From the recording Kicking the Stone Home

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Produced by Dan Donahue & Sam Baardman, Engineered and Mixed by Dan Donahue

Lyrics

it seems to me my days are just a seed all covered up
I'm waiting for the rain and then I'm waiting for the rain to stop
you asked me how I've come to this, how I can live the way I live
you’re asking me for something I'm not sure that I can give, you want . . .

every little piece, everywhere I've been
everything I've thought, every little sin
what's been done to me, everything I've done
every working day, every road I've run

I met her in the morning, and our feet were on the ground
we tried to cling to reason, but we were lovers when the sun went down
she said, "I know you find it hard to talk, you find it hard to open up
but everything you tell me will be met with love, you can tell me . . .

every little piece, everywhere you've been
everything you've thought, every little sin
what's been done to you, everything you've done
every working day, every road you've run

well nothing's ever that easy, some things are better left unsaid
but even as I say this her words are ringing in my head . . .