There's a crane knocking down
All those things that we were
There's a pain, it does ripple
Through my frame, makes me lame
There's a thorn in my side
It's the shape, it's the prize
Of you and me, ever-changing
Moving on now, moving fast
And this touch must be want ing
Must become through your eyes
But I need Jake to tell you
That I love you, it never rests
Must've fallen like the sea
To the depths of the soil
Buried deep in the ground
On the wind, I can hear you
Call my name, held the sound
