As winter closes in
Sleeping leads to nightmares because I never can forget. I'm dreaming of warmer days as the winter closes in. I wasted a wish that you would be my last first kiss. But I dream of so much it’s virtually pointless. I dream of purple and pink skies, of days where a quiet blue laid to rest the waste of darker days. And my dreams collide with factory cars but in my heart I knew that I was frightened for a change.
Morning paints the bedroom in a pale faded gray. I ain't never been this pessimistic, I've got nothing left to give; I just recall what it felt like to be warm as the winter closes in.
And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel. We had our summer and now there's wounds that never heal. And I see I'm wrong for you but we at least we can say we tried. If I was you I'd run from me most nights. You swear I'm hard to lay beside. Maybe I was meant to be left behind. You faded my reality like leaves that have turned to dust. I fell asleep inside a fantasy than woke up feeling lost. Now I’m terrified and restless but I just cannot escape because I’m busy trying to dream of warmer places as winter closes in.
I don’t want to hold you if you want to go. I won’t make you feel love if you don’t. I would rather learn what it feels like to burn than to feel nothing at all. I used to treat you sweetly. I would pull you to my chest. As you cried about “time” that was slipping quickly through your hands. You were searching for one single grain of sand on a long and endless beach, as I was building you a castle that you just refused to see. And I know you too well to say you're perfect, but I refuse to begin again. I’ll just keep dreaming and recalling summer, as the winter closes in.
Morning paints the bedroom in a pale faded gray. I ain't never been this pessimistic, I've got nothing left to give; I just recall what it felt like to be warm as the winter closes in.
And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel. We had our summer and now there's wounds that never heal. And I see I'm wrong for you but we at least we can say we tried. If I was you I'd run from me most nights. You swear I'm hard to lay beside. Maybe I was meant to be left behind. You faded my reality like leaves that have turned to dust. I fell asleep inside a fantasy than woke up feeling lost. Now I’m terrified and restless but I just cannot escape because I’m busy trying to dream of warmer places as winter closes in.
I don’t want to hold you if you want to go. I won’t make you feel love if you don’t. I would rather learn what it feels like to burn than to feel nothing at all. I used to treat you sweetly. I would pull you to my chest. As you cried about “time” that was slipping quickly through your hands. You were searching for one single grain of sand on a long and endless beach, as I was building you a castle that you just refused to see. And I know you too well to say you're perfect, but I refuse to begin again. I’ll just keep dreaming and recalling summer, as the winter closes in.