1. No Whether

From the recording crossing bridges


When the rain came in you said be whole again That parched brown field will now begin To let all the water trickle in, 
There is no whether left 
When the clouds did fade, I took I take The love that we once made I roll and throw in those glossy blades Into new water you wadeWhen our sun did shine I said what’s yours is mine. But you’re not mine. You took it all, you breached the line This body must now resign