Third Thoughts

It's a year to the night
You left in dying light
Yeah, you were yearning
For the sun on your skin

Through the lone wintertime
I warmed myself with ginger wine
When the branches out there
Were no longer bare
It began to wear thin

I awoke to a world transformed
In the wake of a thunderstorm
A sliver of road
Suddenly showed
Where the sycamore was

So I watch while the cars
Flicker quietly past
And I can't keep from hoping
One could be yours
In vain of course

It's a little late for second thoughts
It's a little late for second thoughts
It's a little late for second thoughts
It's a little late for second thoughts



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Jacob Symons, Mark Alfred Monnone, Martin Robert Donald
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