Shore to Shore - Jason Molina

Here is the ocean to balance all your tears

The red desert valley and the wide black river

Shore to shore, my love

Shore to shore

Here is copper to fire your autumn eyes

The eight-point star with its broken wings

And all abandoned things, my love

My love

Even the willow’s saddest lullaby

And the shadow that sings behind

The graces called down the nightingale, my love

The ocean, my love, was not enough

The nightingale rose, but her song could not

And the graces called them all back home, my love

My love