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This cabin may have been built with Grandpa's bones, the way it creaks
In the dark of Denmark night, compass in tow
The breezes off the lake are a breath of fresh air
From the prettiest name soiled by both sinners and saints
So I'm taking the first mountain, covered in twilight
I happen to find, and if I'm never to return
Note that I want all this nonsense burned
Myths put wind in sails and warmth in hands
The dress you'll wear, the way you'll kiss me when I'm home
Should beat the devil out of such a man
I've got a fight for frostbite
It's in the flask your father knows I stole
Where your mother kept her courage for times as troubling as these
For boys as lost as me
I'm making angels out, and eager that they will make out me
Drag my legend out like an apology
Ignore tradition from Caesar on down
Don't wait for me, don't turn your ring around
I'd rather lie here than surely drown
In a tide as white as your wedding gown
The trees have the crows, the seas, undertows
And you've got the view out of your window