Keene

Lyrics

Small town New Hampshire The edge of the air is cold I found the answers here We watched Her mother The deadweight of her smile And prayed she'd find her peace The bronze inside her eye Begets another time When she still had a dress To hang her hopes on Our bed Held secrets A window to what might be And so we built a fort And so The dread Of leaving Our children at the yard That they might not make friends Our daughter's shining eye Suggests another time When she will have a dress To hang her hopes on We hiked up a shallow mountain Catch a glimpse of God She thought that we might have found him When we reached the top We drove Six hours And wished we were still up there She knows I love her And that's why she gets scared The fear of growing old The blue inside her eye Screams, "yes, this is our time" She's wearing out the dress We hang our hopes on