I met her in the summer, after the earth had shifted.nAfter the freezer burn had lifted from our bitter shells.nA year later she kissed me in the dark.nThe soundtrack was a river flowing through Provincial park.nnShe's my friend. Yeah, she's my friend.nnI seem to have a knack for granting wishesnbut now my chest is emptier than certain promises.nWe would love, if we could,nwith hearts as the firewood.nnShe's my friend. Yeah, she's my friend.