Friday, February 12, 2010

February's Song

Only see your around at Christmas,
from the look on your face, I know you missed us.
But you look lost in the frozen faces of familiar picture frames.
Don't need to remember the dates and names,
and you can still find your fringerprints on the window panes.
Come back to me in footsteps through the snow.
Each crunch that you hear is another wall between us breaking down,
the sidewalks may look different but it's the same old town.
Take the ship out of the bottle and sail across the room,
you might find the record player's playing a new tune.