From your bed in the trees by a river beneath the red cliff
To the rabbits in the morning crossing over to climb the far ridge
To the breeze in the branches, to the sound of your feet in the dirt
Go out and bleed your heart of its hurt
Go out and bleed your heart of its hurt
The night before the day that would be her last day on earth
She called and you were tired and you didn't answer
From the answering machine you could hear her tell you "sleep well"
And the last of the spring snow fell
And the last of the spring snow fell
And her breath was fast and it rose in steam in the air
And the snow lay light and the sun shone bright around her
And the view from the top was a sight to see, I'm sure
How graceful the curve of the earth
Just barely the curve of the earth
From your bed in the trees by a river beneath the red cliff
To the rabbits in the morning crossing over to climb the far ridge
To the breeze in the branches, to the sound of your feet in the dirt
Go out and bleed your heart of its hurt
Go out and bleed your heart of its hurt
Go out and bleed your heart of its hurt
Go out and bleed your heart of its hurt
 
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