Trust me on this one That of yours in my heart's still there no doubt It's hanging on and I'm bleeding out Sometimes it trickles out when I'm in Portland Sometimes I leave drops on the chests of other men But each time I cross that long bridge it comes gushing It's been a year of tedious silence It's been a long and thoughtful year since your last blow That left this ringing in my ears don't you know Trust me on this one That of mine in your heart's still got it's place And I'm comin to pull it out with some grace So many lives have died inside you Sometimes I mistake you for a grave But in moments as quiet as a hammock There's still that last one of you that I crave There's still that last one of you that I crave