I drove you back to Arbour Hill My heart is swollen even still I wrote with wide eyed ink and quill To show what's in my soul until The words my tongue and teeth composed A month of thumbs and whispered codes The overlapping shapes we chose Are faint, remembered videos There will one day come a time Your name won't shiver down my spine I don't want to get over you But there's other worlds to find Paralysed don't want to be Preserved in absent company The beauty in the wildest land We try to tame and understand But nature warns us how she can She'll press the nettle in your hand What lies before I do not know So I will bend and trust the road Among the winding threads we sew We find the pain of letting go There will one day come a time Your name won't shiver down my spine I don't want to get over you But the ground is wearing thin I have stood here for so long They'll put a statue where I've been I don't want to get over you But there's other worlds to find Paralysed don't want to be Preserved in absent company