[ Featuring plygid, Forgotten Warmth Becomes Dust ]
Here's the thing, it was spring
We were blooming, out growing
Old cold ways
Haunted days
Here's the thing, it was spring
We were blooming, out growing
Old cold ways
Haunted days
I fell in, didn't float
Couldn't swim
Had no boat
And unprovoked
A big storm broke
And I was toast
And I was toast
Too caught up in the throes
You know how it goes
I guess springtime is when you reap what you sowed
I never forgot all the ways
That you would tend to me
And bend for me
Ready to or not
Had to stop all the pretending
(old cold ways, haunted)
