We were proud and young
A broken fool with lovers' lungs
She the risen seed
Her the shallow breath I breathe
Like a dog I run
She the rabbit chased and won
Through a field of trees
Lost her way was lost on me
Should I hold on?
Should I hold on?
Summer's end will call
She the rise and both will fall
To the cold return
And no longer for her I burn
A broken fool with lovers' lungs
She the risen seed
Her the shallow breath I breathe
Like a dog I run
She the rabbit chased and won
Through a field of trees
Lost her way was lost on me
Should I hold on?
Should I hold on?
Summer's end will call
She the rise and both will fall
To the cold return
And no longer for her I burn
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