the saddest day.
knowing you makes all the difference, dont it darling?
knowing all your if's and why's, your when's and how's.
december comes in as a short procession:
a little punctured, a little heartbroken
but not forever, not for long.
in new york the vagabonds have fled to your dusty wings.
the playbill tramps are starving for a little warmth.
it seems ive held my arms like this for ages.
but i am done waiting, i am lowering them down
like a white flag, like a sail.
its clementine season, my peach.
you are gone, but now i like all my parts.
its funny how when were whole, we feel hollow
its funny, i like me best with a broken heart.
so when winter started to thaw
you may be tempted to come around.
but its likely to be too late.
knowing all your if's and why's, your when's and how's.
december comes in as a short procession:
a little punctured, a little heartbroken
but not forever, not for long.
in new york the vagabonds have fled to your dusty wings.
the playbill tramps are starving for a little warmth.
it seems ive held my arms like this for ages.
but i am done waiting, i am lowering them down
like a white flag, like a sail.
its clementine season, my peach.
you are gone, but now i like all my parts.
its funny how when were whole, we feel hollow
its funny, i like me best with a broken heart.
so when winter started to thaw
you may be tempted to come around.
but its likely to be too late.