Thin Places

You can come along But you can only land If you promise to Burn the boat that you sailed in on See, where that forest Tightens to the skin There in that scribble We seceded And drew a circle Around our feral kingdom Watched over by the stinging nettle In an old, mushroomed-over log The buried treasure Playboys and Lucky Strikes And a pair of my father's shoes That only ever fit me Only so, only so I stuffed them in there once I guess it wasn't very rational Like animals Dragging their traps We tried to never look back We let nothing in But joie de vivre Freshwater shipwrecks By nightfall bubbled to the surface of our skin So we touched one another With the fondness we were due They used to say that pain is gain But any pain? Sure, any pain Really, any pain? Only so, only so So I reach into the nettles Having idled At the bottom of my breath The dreaded moment of contact Time to take a deep breath I'm gonna let myself look Look at what's behind me I'm going back to all the places that I've cried I'm going back to all the places that I've cried I'm going back to all the places that I've cried You said, no one expects to be Welcome at the doors of pain Yet at that purifying flame You said no one expects you To walk right through them again and again It's enough to give the pain a name And just be there with yourself And just be there with yourself So let it flow, let it flow, let it flow The story only ever fit Only so, only so, only so