Winter Leaves
Well I tried, I tried on giving up on you dear
But if there are days enough for counting
Then there's time enough for you
And it hurt my heart to hear you cry like you did
Over spotty cell reception, like it's only once a year
We get to talk for a while
When the leaves turn from yellow
Then from yellow to brown
And it smells like December
Is there enough here for the both of us or to go around
Is the sand in my pocket just the
Cremated remnants of my great-great-grandmother
It's making me wonder
Why I'm here, so stuck in a timeline
So all I'll wonder is what you're doing tonight
Well the rain, it came like cats and dogs and needles
You were watching clouds condensing
As I watched the stars in you
And all the trees and reeds, deciduous and barren
You were pointing at the skyline
But my eyes were full of tears
From when we talked for a while
When the leaves turn from yellow
Then from yellow to brown
And it smells like December
Is there enough here for the both of us or to go around
All the vines on the trees twist and tangle with leaves
As they dance into infinity
I don't want to disappoint you
But lying here so stuck in a timeline
I'll rot and wonder what you're doing tonight
If we get to talk for a while
All the water in the sound and the ocean and ground
is a life and a funeral
Is there enough here for the both of us
Or to go around
And all the snow in the air falls and rests in your hair
As you lie upon my shoulder
It's making me wonder
What I'm doing here, what I'm doing
All the leaves turn from yellow
Then from yellow to brown
And it smells like December
Is there enough here for the both of us or to go around
And all the space in the sky as the albatross flies
Is the end and the beginning
I don't want to disappoint you
But lying here so stuck in a timeline
I'll rot and wonder what you're doing tonight
But if there are days enough for counting
Then there's time enough for you
And it hurt my heart to hear you cry like you did
Over spotty cell reception, like it's only once a year
We get to talk for a while
When the leaves turn from yellow
Then from yellow to brown
And it smells like December
Is there enough here for the both of us or to go around
Is the sand in my pocket just the
Cremated remnants of my great-great-grandmother
It's making me wonder
Why I'm here, so stuck in a timeline
So all I'll wonder is what you're doing tonight
Well the rain, it came like cats and dogs and needles
You were watching clouds condensing
As I watched the stars in you
And all the trees and reeds, deciduous and barren
You were pointing at the skyline
But my eyes were full of tears
From when we talked for a while
When the leaves turn from yellow
Then from yellow to brown
And it smells like December
Is there enough here for the both of us or to go around
All the vines on the trees twist and tangle with leaves
As they dance into infinity
I don't want to disappoint you
But lying here so stuck in a timeline
I'll rot and wonder what you're doing tonight
If we get to talk for a while
All the water in the sound and the ocean and ground
is a life and a funeral
Is there enough here for the both of us
Or to go around
And all the snow in the air falls and rests in your hair
As you lie upon my shoulder
It's making me wonder
What I'm doing here, what I'm doing
All the leaves turn from yellow
Then from yellow to brown
And it smells like December
Is there enough here for the both of us or to go around
And all the space in the sky as the albatross flies
Is the end and the beginning
I don't want to disappoint you
But lying here so stuck in a timeline
I'll rot and wonder what you're doing tonight
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Writer(s): Aaron Spieldenner
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