Footsteps get softer
this time of year
While I'm drowning my
naive dreams
in shower water
Once I was sure
I had a plan
I had a kiss
I had a sort of
self-destructive confidence
But now you tell me you love me
And I have to ask
'When?'

Long days
Long weeks
Short months
But I don't remember
Not loving you
this time
just a year ago.

Play me a little heart and soul
For the good times
Play a little joy
For tomorrow
I'll sing along with the chords
That you choose
Sing til you notice I'm
Singing the blues
Play a little love
For the sorrow.

The stairs go up and not down;
Up into the silent sound.

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