I’m waiting on the freeze
Get the sense it’s time to leave
Kick the remnants of the autumn on the grass.
So we’re waiting on the train
In the chill and with the rain
And I tell myself that nothing really lasts.
Till we’re staring at the lights
In the waters, in the night
The waves distort the wisps and wills of pasts.
And the shadows fill the scene
Of the ever brown and green
With the long and shifting shapes that they will cast.
Well I know all Your dreams
Rubbed them down in gasoline
And I’ll burn them all tomorrow if they last.
But perhaps I never would
Even if I think I should
Because I’ve already tied this to the past.
To feel the love in sorrow you’d do anything.
Beg, steal or borrow, your finger rung in string
Remember tomorrow when you sit in the sun
To remember tomorrow when it’s done.
So we find another day
Like two burnt out runaways
Through the time washed old Victorians in lines.
And the streets feel just the same
As my minds sounds out your name
But I just can’t seem to find my voice this time.
Well you’re staring at the lake,
Know there’s not much more to take
And I mumble “Tomorrow never lasts.”
And sardonically you smile
Try and take it all with style
As the channel lights fade for you as they pass.
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