Old trends, old friends
Fitting for the month that Michael died
Buried in a stone cold riverbed, where the watershed divides
Oh come colder weather
Oh come something better please
All things freeze with time
Clear skies, dry eyes
Am I colder than the air in this town
I have been a stone cold riverbed, if still I am alive
But maybe
Someday
Maybe you'll forgive me
Because I've been a mayday son
I'm withered, weathered by the setting sun of your summer
If I could be anyone
These days I'd be someone different
So I could hold you now
But you slip away like a changing maple leaf
And try to find any dry land that I can
For the last time, though I have loved you
You keep slippin' away, slippin' away and I am finished with
All the chaos and the ticking clock
The college life, the bomb that drops
And blows the whole damn thing to bits
Freezing are my fingertips in this cold
In this cold, cold town
We make such different people
Climbing into different beds at night
With both such different feelings
Mine are overwhelming, are yours
I might be screaming while you're
Dreaming without any concern
It took so long for me to find
That I can't try anymore
And if I said I'm sorry
Too many times before it's 'cause I
Just wanted desperately to make you love me
Darling, if the sun could shine in
Brighter than all your distractions
I would climb in to help
And light myself on fire
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