As the season broke into cold,

your thought was the first thing I held..

We started as dreamers.

Building that beautiful, unreal thing...

Yeah, we had it all... or so we thought.

Then, we were explorers.

Every new discovery..

that constant thrill.

We were always so excited..

Then the science came in,

Calculating,

Measuring,

Always hunting for that "best solution.."

With the first real drift of chill in the air...

I found your memory... waiting...

Funny,

isn't it?

The full cycle.

Stranger. Lover. Stranger.

It's like... none of it was real.

...So, where did it go?

where did it go?

Then the late-night philosophy...

"Is this a lifetime?"

Or are we just passing by..?

my mind returned to where your soul is anchored..

Then, we were politicians.

Spinning promises we knew we'd break.

Funny, isn't it?

The cycle.

Lover. Stranger.

where did it go?

where did it go?

And at the end?

We played surgeons.

Just trying to stitch the tears back up..

With the first real drift of chill in the air,

And you're the only warmth I can think of..

I'm not sure why.

But my mind just runs straight back to you..

Maybe this time, we stop being surgeons

We just... try being painters.

Use all the colours. Just...

get through the winter

..Funny.. I think I just smiled..

Ooh ah oh