We took the sunken lane
To the barn up on the hill
And in a beech tree carved our names
I guess it's standing still
We spoke of future dreams
Confessed to hidden scars
Picked apart our seams
As we slept beneath the stars
And in the morning we awoke
We made a secret den
Then took the path back home
We've not returned since then
It took a hundred days
Until the autumn helped us feel
We built a circle in the ley
I guess it's standing still
Awoke in tangled dreams
We carried them for days
Heard another meaning
As we reached a different place
In the twilight by the mill
We found a secret world
Then we shuttered down the wheel
It hasn't turned since then
We shook the drunken haze
Of a cold December chill
And in the spaces lost our way
I guess we're standing still
We joked of broken dreams
Confused our hoping minds
Danced around our feelings
As we reached for distant times
In the evening we retired
We made a secret pact
And then we watered down the fires
They haven't burned since then