After the silence of Spadina
The long ride home where I would find you
Pulling pictures from your mind
You were setting them to time
And I knew we'd never try
It's so cliche to fall in December
With frozen toes and promised endings
There are beginnings on the way
There are words I'd love to say
I'll keep biting my own tongue till I taste blood
Now my eyes are changing colours
From green to gold like my grandmother
And I have held you under the cover of one night
Spent alone it don't feel right
To keep going back to an empty bed
The words are soft but not a whisper
I'm so caught in your humming mysteries
Trying to catch every syllable of sound
I'm breathing in you breathing out
I'll never really doubt
The complication
I can feel your hesitation
And the weight of my admiration
It's alright I don't need saving - anyways