I walk the record stands somehow thinking of winter
the walk has all been cleared by now
your voice is all I hear somehow calling out winter
your voice is the splinter inside me while I wait
I could have lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes
and I miss you still
and I remember the sound of your November downtown
and I remember the truth a warm December with you
but I don't have to make this mistake and I don't have to stay this way
if only I would wake
I could have lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes
and I miss you still
and I remember the sound of your November downtown
and I remember the truth a warm December with you
but I don't have to make this mistake and I don't have to stay this way
if only I would wake
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