In the trimming of the herd
Who are they and who are you?
Can they see what keeps you warm?
Can they see what's burning you?
In the trimming of the herd
Who picks up what has been lost?
And who changes what we are?
Into something that will cost
Oh why must I always be the thief?
Don't say love, when you're just talking about grief
In the trimming of the herd
When the sky cracks open dreams
Where the sea touches the night
Will it tear us at the seams?
In the trimming of the herd
Love and fear and jealousy
God I miss you when it's quiet
But I can't stay for memory
Oh why must I always be the thief
Spending time in all these places I don't need