In shadow, in dark
In cold wind, open up your heart
'Cause time brushes your face
And one loved them – every new shape
One loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away
Some were seasons, some just days
I'm bringing nothing with me I mean to save:
This faint sweetness, this wick of light
This white apple full of bites
A white apple full of what has slipped away from me;
Full of flesh sweet as memory;
Full of hope grown from a fallen tree;
Full of a life I can't just let myself believe
So if I haunt you, if I do
If my shadow leans up on you to
No good intentions or ways I talk
I'll just leave a light lit for you to walk
I'll leave a light lit for you to walk