Unmade

When we were young our words were innocent
Whiter than snow, awkward and slow

Now when we speak, we risk an avalanche
But that's not enough now to reroute our plans

I believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong
We'll realize when it's said and done, said and done
That in our words we've lost so much more than we've ever won

The aftermath is cracked wood where fences stood
And the broken bones of our childhood

In our trembling fear, we put words inside God's mouth
We cover our tracks and get so proud of ourselves
We get so proud of ourselves
We get so proud of ourselves when we get away

I believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong
We'll realize when it's said and done, said and done
That in our words we've lost so much more than we've ever won

It's in our nature to complicate
But in the end it's the casualties that carry all the weight