Amanda Merdzan Alaska
You were worth the weight and the gun pressed to my temple
The barrel was cold
Alaska as pale as us as you assembled my hand to hold
We were then our own little island on the horizon
Our flag white and red
And you were a combination of my highest elation and all that I fret.
And I was smaller than I had ever been
Watching the cracks form under you and me
You exceeded any description that could be given to cite your grace
And I'll wait for the click of a trigger or the years to wither me and take
Me away
And I was smaller than I had ever been
Watching the cracks form under you and me
And we were nothing to the wild and turning sea
But you were worth everything you were worth this defeat
You were worth this defeat
You were worth this defeat