We keep making mistakes,
and even this one small thing
will be the end of us
Holly tells of winter's arrival
by it's sight alone
as I laid back on my bed last night
I thought of you, I thought of me,
I thought of everything we've being dreaming of
and as I came to rest at night,
the thought crossed my mind
I'm sorry but I can't stay
I hope that you forgive me when I say
Darling I don't have a hope for you right now
But you've got to make choices
Be wrong or right
Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like
The silence of the busy city
and the promises that we can't keep
If I touch them, they'll disappear, just like the snow.
Reminds me of this:
Was it really two years ago?
I wore your coat in the storm.
We ran past tall skyscrapers
and crossed damp city streets
In the darkness of November.
Coming full circle never takes as long as you think it will. It's disturbingly mathematically regular and, thus, beautiful.