Through the winter with no end
In my boredom dreamt of you
Wondered what I had to do
Wondered what it would be like to

Through some love for you, my friend
In my lonesome dreamt of you
Wondered if you could really love me
The way you always say you do

I am burning at the edges
Turning into men I've loved before
And in the meantime
Settling some younger devil's score

I sat in the pews
Crying off all my colors
And watching the adults move
I was asking very nicely
In a quite pathetic manner
To be forgiven, to be forgiven, to be forgiven

So when we were driving home
The lake was just about to close
I took your hand and feeling damned I thought
"He loved me once and that should be good enough."

Parking down the street
By angel's house
All the trees are taller than me
They're showing her things
I'm too dumb to see

Walking through the field
Past the angel's house
The ground caves beneath my feet
I'm looking for something
That I'm too dumb too see

O all the winter I was nineteen
Let you be my swollen fantasy
Swimming in the lake
I can't see, I can't see, I can't see

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