When the cold comes
And the fog drops
Through the garden and its gates
I'll think of you
When the night comes
And my guard drops
And I stay up too damn late
You’ll feel it too
Saved my thoughts till late
We were glazed in technicolor charm
Spent our summers in my slides up on the shelf
We had given it all up, pursued ourselves
And did our harm
Winter mornings hit
White sun turned coffee to blood
Eyes to stone
I got so far from the self
I had in those old times
A piece of a new home
Still the time comes
Where i'm fucked up
So I pick apart the days
And think of you
And I find that
I've been poisoned
By my solitary state
And i’ll see things through
But these gorgeous, gorgeous forces
That tie thoughts up over time
I'll put my blinders on
And draw out all the lines
And I'll narrow down the sights
To the place I lost my mind
I've been short on patience and sunlight
You stayed outside all day
You shone so bright, so fine
And oh I feel you on those nights
When I know I'm not living right
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