- cifra
We all need a place to slow down
I know I rolled away, but see now
A heart can only make its own sound
As it offers up a lake
We harvest in the fall
We harvest in the fall
Water finds a way back home
The glacier changes shape, crawling on
The scale and broken face of cold stone
As it offers up a lake
We harvest in the fall
We harvest in the fall
Hands harrow all alone
We harvest in the fall
