window

autumn's last breath and winter's first snow
draw back the curtains and smile.
you left your tracks in the bitter cold,
the window watched you circle a while.
and i can't shake this feeling that i once knew who and why.

i remember other seasons and walks in other places
once upon a time.
the storybook sees in where the fairytale faces
cried and didn't seem to mind.
and i'm not sure where i'm falling, just i'm falling behind.

i feel lost, falling down, like i'm dying away,
i would crawl underground and i'm dying to say,
"i used to know the way you feel, i used to know your name."

peace comes sometimes in your favorite chair
and my dreams are solid ice.
i don't have to wonder when or where,
i don't have to think twice,
but when i wake up melted, it's then i realize,

i feel lost, falling down, like i'm dying away,
i would crawl underground, and i'm dying to say,
"i lost all the starts and the thing i learned,
i lost all the dawns and the way we burned."
i used to know how to love you through til then summer sun returned to the sky,
and i don't recall why
i don't recall who you are.