When life folds upon itself
Yesterday lies on the shelf
It gathers dust then disappears
Wintertime comes around
Way too soon
For the summer sounds are still ringing in your ears
You want to leave 3 o'clock in the morning
Not even wearing a coat
I'll give you one moment on hold
Without getting stuck
A place to rest
A thought outside your head and a coming in from the cold
There's a maze behind the door
You used to call our street
We had a history, not anymore
You have forgotten when
Don't remember where we went
But I will tell you what it felt like long ago
When you don't belong to that face in the mirror
I will remain all the same
I'll give you one moment on hold
Without getting stuck
A place to rest
A thought outside your head and a coming in from the cold
You say you're not there
But you got to bear with me
We will be we to the end

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