歌词
There's wanting and regret
The setting back of clocks
Forgetting and nostalgia
And dusk at 4 pm
There's detachment and resolve
The poignancy of winter
The skins we shed and ones we grow
There are scabs
There's forgiveness and relief
The illusion of indifference
A box of notes and keepsakes
I can't seem to discard
So come on down to my basement room
Let's page through this thesaurus
And find a better synonym
For loss
We'll share a glass of lemonade
And go through some old photographs
And understand that love doesn't die
It just changes
Well there're hours and there're days
There's longing and second guessing
An advent calendar's tiny doors
Mark progress and control
I'm coming to a point
Of resignment and acceptance
A sort of hibernation
A cocoon
So bury me in snow
Set aside my Christmas presents
Wake me up on valentines day
And we can try it all again
