Us there, snow is already so thick you wrote
your name across my street.
And I remember how the letters looked,
lying there melting.
And I can see the star
on top of the awkward tree.
But now it's seasons past
and a weary October approaches
still knowing it could see farther than the both of us
when everything else went wrong.
Far away from the night spent swinging on 34th
when the rain made you so still,
quieter than you'd think.
And you said "When we are older."
And you said "When we are older."
That's enough to make me feel
alright when you're gone.
I never could feel this way before you,
I never understood how this would work.
Started without an end.
That's enough to make me feel
alright forever.
I never could feel this way before you,
I never understood how this would work.
Started without an end.
