Six Organs of Admittance - "All You've Left"

take yourself down to the field
count your hours till 3
all you've left is all you love
all you'll never be

bring yourself down to the stream
wash away what's on
don't go down to where you live
till everything's been sown

do not see what's in a look
your eyes locked inside
told everyone you've disappeared
seen your face at night

if we put our oar in boat
then we'll do ok
cast ourselves as bitter love
from a lonesome day

take yourself away from here
tell the dunn where you been
all you've left
all you've loved
all you'll never be
all you'll never be