part of me is here, part of me is missing / since the last time I saw you / you went, I stayed / like the frame of a stolen painting left behind / two winters, a fractured truth ago / but I can’t stay here any longer, the place knows too much / two winters, a fractured truth ago
I give my songs such simple lives, they give me such beautiful tragedies. They seem to have a way of letting me know what’s going on.
Each helps me tell the truth as I see and hear it at that moment.
Two Winters is the oldest song on my little record. It’s about a heart encountering, accepting, and learning to live from its brokenness.
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