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As far as I see, the sun is hiding behind us Come stand next to me, and I will hold you still here Oh, what kind of freedom lies in every golden hour? There's nothing to see, but come the morning I'll be fallen proud What hope is a seed I found you tending Come spring in the streets Where their footprints lead to mend us No word is unsaid Nobody is coming to save us I'll grieve for a year or more for what we've lost here What we've lost here The river runs clearer where I saw you last there Saw you last there The stones call me nearer where I lie across them Lie across them Come walk toward the night, and I will hold a light for Hold a light for