Bags are by the door,
it's about that time.
Winter is moving in for good,
frost on the drive.
It seems that time has been
fiercely rushing by.
I barely noticed the looks you gave.

And there is not elling what the tide may bring,
but a new town can fix anything.
Keep breathing.

The way our bodies envelope our souls,
and how our cities will wrap up those.
Pack my picture in your bag
and I'm forever where you're at.
Keep my secrets and I'll keep yours,
within the history behind these doors.
And like a ghost I'll haunt your dreams,
with only these streets remembering.

I doubt you get this message soon.
I almost didn't call.
I know I said I'd leave you alone,
but just in case my plane does fall...
Know that I wanted nothing more
than our clothes all over the floor.
And one more night to be with you
to try and fix whatwe can't undo.


And there is not elling what the tide may bring,
but a new town can fix anything.
Keep breathing.

The way our bodies envelope our souls,
and how our cities will wrap up those.
Pack my picture in your bag
and I'm forever where you're at.
Keep my secrets and I'll keep yours,
within the history behind these doors.
And like a ghost I'll haunt your dreams,
with only these streets remembering.


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