She takes a walk, she's wearing ldy shoes, she hides a tear from the city
She seems to know all shades of sorrow
A verse of hope, a verse of hunt on a cold winter morning
Where she goes, no one knows, no no no
And I wanna say 'can I come with?
She's gathering all the lost loves
And I wanna say 'I could help with
Gathering all the lost loves'

You can't stare the void down, or race a dark cloud, you can't clock out of depression
But take this kindness, we could lay this pain to rest down in the ground
Then we'd have a brass band, and wailers would come
Tribute would be paid by the weeping willows
And then we'd take leave from our hosts with one last toast to a new day
And I wanna say 'can I come with?
She's gathering all the lost loves
And I wanna say 'I could help with
Gathering all the lost loves'

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