Balancing on

One wounded wing

Circling the edge

Of the neverending

The best of the vanished marvels

have gathered inside your door

More than begin

But less than forget

But spirits born

From the not happened yet

Gathering there

To pay off a debt

brought back from the wars

We thought we lost you

We thought we lost you

We thought we lost you

Welcome back

♫♪ [The New Pornographer: Adventures in Solitude, from Challengers]