Our Place

I walk that lonely range each night,​

past that ridge damaged deeply true.​

To blind myself from my site,​

all because I walked away from you.​

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I follow those memories to my seat,​

and gaze across to the valleys distant shore.​

Where I wait for you with me to meet,​

of which I have done this many times before.​

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This view across to a reflections side,​

where my pride and hope lay still.​

I can see the best of me has died,​

behind myself watching you to me kill.​

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I walk that lonely range to my sight,​

and force myself to look ahead.​

Knowing its blindness is painfully bright,​

it numbs me to all my sunken dead.​

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I follow those memories to the valleys ledge,​

hoping to get a glimpse of you.​

Placing my life on its edge,​

I search the vastness of my review.​

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This view I see behind my eyes,​

simple and with a darkened skew.​

It's where I come to watch myself die,​

it's the only place I'm with you.​