Extermely awfull
But little out of time
I think about that day
That one day will be twenty years ago
You're frozen shoulder melted snow
The dance we danced impossibly astray
That day
If I couldn't cut myself in two
Extremely soft mood
?? shadows in the night
Our voices sound in the light
We didn't mean the same things when we said the same things twice that night
If I couldn't cut myself in two
I'd be home soon
Dreams are made by talking
What memories cannot hold
The road is made by walking
It's leaving you cold
I can still miss you when I'm old
Desire is like a postcard
With ever changing scenes
You're eyes the in betweens
Oh it seems to lack a message on the back
If I couldn't cut myself in two
I'll be home soon
Dreams are made by talking
What memories cannot hold
The road is made by walking
It's leaving you cold
It's leaving you cold
I can still miss you when I'm old