Night riding
Through the suburbs
Darkness
Our ill-intentioned friend
Black flora
In the national park
Refuge
In the stories we'd tell
We were outrun when we knew
That what we thought was one mind in two
Was two needs being met
Was our greatest regret
Night riding
At the water's edge
Our tears
Were our apology
Our tears were our farewell
We were outrun when we knew
That what we thought was one mind in two
Was two needs being met
Was our greatest regret
My greatest regret
