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I returned to the creek, the one I did seek to rediscover the heart that was yours
I was hoping to find myself at the time to share my knowledge of the storm
That I had encountered, but after the laughter I wished that I had been forewarned
And I saw I stood waiting, so I approached hesitating but nothing could have
prepared me for the thorns

And I saw my life before my eyes
I saw how it was and always will be
The decisions I made, my poor choice of fate
My memories I’d rather not see
And will I ever return to that place where I learned
How to love and to think that I’m free?
And I’ve made the profession of asking the question
“When I think of her is she thinking, thinking of me?”

But I wouldn’t listen and no matter how persistent I was, I still could not get through
I had seen my fate, but I still couldn’t relate; I was bound to see my life be reviewed
And those thorns in my sides got deeper as I tried and knew that it just was no use
My mistakes cast to stone was a sight I’d behold for I couldn’t reason with what I could not undo

And I saw my life before my eyes
I saw how it was and always will be
The decisions I made, my poor choice of fate
My memories I’d rather not see
And will I ever return to that place where I learned
How to love and to think that I’m free?
And I’ve made the profession of asking the question
“When I think of her is she thinking, thinking of me?”

So I walked away from my childish ways, myself then had too much to learn
And I knew all about the way it’d turn out, my heart taking up its residence in an urn
It was a lesson I guess, one I certainly detest, but at least now I know how to yearn
For a love I once had that will never come back; our bodies forever adjourned

And I saw my life before my eyes
I saw how it was and always will be
The decisions I made, my poor choice of fate
My memories I’d rather not see
And will I ever return to that place where I learned
How to love and to think that I’m free?
And I’ve made the profession of asking the question
“When I think of her is she thinking, thinking of me?”

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from Bloody Twins: Songs for the Separation of the Soul Longing for Life After Death, track released November 11, 2011

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Brian Smith Portland, Oregon

Brian Smith is a geofolk musician on an endless tour around the world.

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