New  Hampshire  (LP  Version)  -  Matt  Pond  PA  (aka  Matt  Pond)

I  saw  a  modest  dream  

The  kind  that  can't  speak  up  

And  lost  before  it's  let  out  

In  the  north  we  hold  our  tongues  

But  down  here  I  believe  

When  you  pull  your  hair  back  it's  so  easy  to  see  

This  has  not  been  thought  through  

There  are  things  that  we've  done  that  we  cannot  undo  

There  are  things  I  can't  hear  when  we're  telling  the  truth  

At  a  table  out  in  Bethel  

When  I  was  thirteen  

The  criminals  were  saying  

Liked  how  I  was  silent  

The  cold  was  the  container  

For  the  sparseness  of  our  speech  

The  expression  in  our  hands  

Was  all  that  we'd  need  

But  down  here  I  believe  

That  I  made  a  big  deal  with  a  girl  that  can't  bleed  

Now  I  see  red  and  black  

and  an  evening  that  kills  I  want  to  take  it  back  

It's  an  evening  that  kills  and  I  can't  take  it  back  

I'm  going  home,  back  to  new  hampshire  

I'm  so  determined,  I'm  so  determined

To  lay  in  lakes  and  see  my  sisters  

I  will  hit  my  brother  and  hold  my  mother  

This  probably  won't  work  out  

we  might  not  live  forever  

While  there's  nothing  to  confess  

Please  pay  attention  

And  I  know  that  it's  brief  

There's  not  nearly  enough  in  one  night  to  have  seen  

What  you  had  in  your  hand  

Was  much  more  than  the  gold  that  I  let  go  to  grab  

So  much  more  than  the  gold  that  I  let  go  to  grab