Caldera, Oregon - Laura Gibson

Pale as winter, every splintered bone will fall

Our burning bridge will be a signal fire

But I will be gone, I will be gone by then

When I left, I dreamed us both as wild as sparrows

I wrote the state motto on my wrist

Then I called to you, I called to you, into the thick blue night

I called to you, I called to you, but I did not speak of love

Did not fold my hand, did not lower my flag

A time will come when we’re no longer proud of such courage

I’ll confess I do not wish to die alone, alone, alone

Oh you covered me, you covered me, when I left my skin behind

You covered me, you covered me, but I did not speak of love

Did not know to say I needed you

Did not know I needed you