I should know who I am by now, I walk, my record stands somehow
Been thinking of winter. Your name is the splinter inside me, while I wait...
I remember the sounds, of your November downtown, and I remember the truth, a warm December with you, but I dont have to make this mistake, no I dont have to live this way, if only I would wake...
I walk as though Ive 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 remember the sound of your November downtown, I remember the truth, a warm December with you, but I dont have to make this mistake, and I dont have to stay this way, If only I would wake....
I could have lost myself in those rough blue waters in your eyes, and I miss you still...
I'll never forget the sound, of the last November downtown, and I remember the truth, a warm December without you....