Bubkiss

A creeping sense of nostalgia
For a place I've never been
The warm tendrils piercing
Every corner of my brain

And the days are getting short
Why don't you talk a little more

Brief words of forgiveness
Start flowing across my mind
For the decades before us
The weather has been unkind

And the days are getting short
I'm glad that you talk a little more



Credits
Writer(s): John Sedgwick
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