Kin of my kin
I rely on you
Taking me in
When a wave runs me through
As a shore I ever seem to sail to

And I know old heavinesses shake you

Maybe I stayed
Little long, could be
I needed shade
Sand on my feet
And it´s some new ailment is in me
Can´t divide what´s memory and what´s dream

Afraid of the empty
But too safe on the shore
And ‘fore I forget me
I want to record

While I see it all
While I see it all

I remember walking shoulders hours speaking

I remember meeting Clementine and weeping
I remember Prine I remember you
After word of Berman I remember Pfeiffer burning
I remember hoping I´d remember nothing
Now I only hope I´m holding onto something

Now the quarter moon is out
Now the quarter moon is out