Our Light Miles

What will become of us? Tall trees blown bare in the bone-white snow Nothing but night for songs Old mouths still sucking the warm milk of summer Whoo-ooh-ooh, whoo-ooh Love in this breath so long Thrown against stone, we're hard to get happy What will become of us? All water knows leaving, hearts bleed, their changing Lightning's alive 'cause it disappears Feel every tear as it falls away Falls away, falls away No one looks wrong in rain Hope builds a house, too much prayer to tear down Cloud comes our way so white Over the hill must be light miles of promise What will become of us?