Walked out to low winter son
Those nights made us heroes to some
All blister kissed fingers and young mistakes lost in the hum
Still hanging at waters edge
Had 6 good years floating in debt
Well weathered and travelled and god knows we're used to getting wet
Still yr friends move slower than icebergs caught in the wake
So show me the blade, it's just ripped from the game
Got held spellbound, speechless, how martyrs are made
This magic's worked backwards, i don't think you need to get saved
Still yr friends move slower than icebergs caught in the wake
I hope we meant something when it's over and futures are made
When canada waters's a flooded and miserable grave
When weather means nothing and memories are all we can trade