作词 : Tim Crabtree
作曲 : Tim Crabtree
All out for season’s rest, tired limbs, back, sinking chest
The promise: You won’t fight a harder season

Bleed slower than you’d think, it dries before we meet
You’ll wait for me, this time, this time you’ll wait, this...

The last light hugs the trees and brings a sense of ease
The brakes won’t work for any reason you’d say

Lean on some fireless eyes, they’ll slake the need
you’ve reached the point where you would call another number

But no, don’t

The thorn slips in your side,
but no-one entertained the least thought you would pull it out so quickly
Keep on for all you’re worth, too weak, too cold to work
The sinking light brings all the flies around me

Called out for you,
some tearless face
All light, no space
Don’t move, you fool

Kindness takes the sting from falling where you shouldn’t
Glory reaches ages where the others wouldn’t

So pile them up, pry them out where the orders lead them
The slack yanked tight trips out the lights, now we’re all equal