We fought, will we ever make it right
And there’s so many people by your side
Do I ever get to touch the hand
That touched mine like the promised land
And somehow I trust, in the wilderness
That someday I’ll undress
In front of a mirror that sees the truth
Reflected like a prism of our youth 
Thirty three years 
And one too many tears
Staining the concrete of our cheeks
I waited for weeks
That August time 
Hoping that you might be mine
I thought you would send a text
One that I would not reject
And my heart beat double time 
At the thought of your shine
And I sat on the tiled floor
In Pauric’s house and thought of you, mo stór
And I may have warned you off
But all is not lost
Even after all these ages
All those songs and all these pages
Do you hear me in the midst of the snow
I wonder how you could not know 
But you do
Somewhere in the heart of you
And I connect
With the pat of you that you select
To go to the front of the war
And I’m glad you’ve made a home with her
For she has a kind gaze
And you are the man I love to save
Even if it means letting you go
To love a woman other than me, so 
Let bygones be bygones and let it be known
That I had a full house when my cards are shown