Well it's awhite moon in December skies
the cold
I thought of this song while I was sleeping in
Taking time from the sweet sleep
Slide down, I'd fall
Sometimes I think I'm builiding walls above your head
walls
Let's talk again sometime, I notice you seem angry
Let's
He's been tired, tired of the way she holds him
There's nothing left for me talk about
Except the look
sleeping in saturdays
taking time to get to know your face
breathing
and in a heartbeat
the room turns from water into ice
and
Driving home on a black night highway
And it comes back
I still recall that day you first came into the
Turned around at the corner
smiled at the sun
I
Walking past the fire I hear you call my name
I'm picking up pieces
Little bit by little bit
And
I've been holding my breath because you told me to
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