Gathering Lines

You take me away
It's not the same way
That I'm used to
And you
You don't see me
The way I feel
As I walk along
And these days
These days feel cold
fall into the snow
Fall into the atmosphere
Alone

Oh oh
Oh oh

I think the memories
Are better than the moments were
Same thing
Anticipation is always better
And I'm finally clean
Finally leaving
Subtle hints
At the door, at the door now
And the mountains speak
Tell me how to breathe
The way that I used to and

Oh oh
Oh oh
Ohh oh oh

Days are getting me older
Voices slowly lowered
Give the things I have to give
Hope is always better
Hope I always let her go
Let her go oh oh oh

And these days
These days feel cold
Fall into the snow
Fall into the atmosphere
Alone

Oh oh
Oh oh
Ohh oh oh ohh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Ohh oh oh ohh



Credits
Writer(s): Abra Wise
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