frost furred leaves crumple under foot
the sound scrapes against the crisp morning air
I watch the shape of my breath
and think about the affects of the words I share

when we gonna learn to turn our means to better ends
to begin to see the need on which it all depends

hearts breaking on the steepest curve
an endless pull on the deepest nerve

Taylor and Jake are at it again up on the third floor
the rage and frustration, well, you know, we've heard it all before
A silence made monster that's clearly holding sway
hidden in the shape of what they never say

can they make it through
figure out just what to do

there was a gathering in a clearing once
an attempt to balance on a certain line

the storm may have ebbed 
but the bill for the damage has yet to arrive
and the ramifications continue to ripple through

There was ice in the rain that fell last night
The season's shift is crystalline and dangerous
"smells like emotion" someone railed in disgust
intimacy can be tricky when it's more than just us


We're over the crest and into the valley
It's hiding in the corners of our collective back alley
It's more than a jest but has no market value
but when put to the test, there's always something that's still you

when we gonna learn to turn our means to better ends
to begin to see the need on which it all depends

hearts breaking on the steepest curve
an endless pull on the deepest nerve

could we make it through
figure out just what to do

to end these circles
of always ending

We're over the crest and into the valley
It's hiding in the corners of our collective back alley
It's more than a jest but has no market value
but when put to the test, there's always something that's still you


Kristan spoke with words that would move
but so few turned to look before she had to leave

Cleared her throat in a quiet way, 
left the space for what she didn't say

there's an answer to a question that is never ending when you let it
but getting caught in a certain course can get stuck in a mighty tough bit

a knowing look that says what words can get all wrong
some folks they have a weakness for playing it strong

We're over the crest and into the valley
It's hiding in the corners of our collective back alley
It's more than a jest but has no market value
but when put to the test, there's always something that's still you

when we gonna learn to turn our means to better ends
to begin to see the need on which it all depends

hearts breaking on the steepest curve
an endless pull on the deepest nerve

Can we fill it in complete, 
a moment of the real with us
a kind of feeling through the rush
that tells us that we're here to touch
soul to soul to soul to soul