Please don't say I let you down
Well I've been up for thirty hours now
And I just saw a shooting star
Falling through an empty sky
Tonight my memory's like a halo
Hovering above my head
Though my thoughts are filled with evil
A silver cross hangs from my neck
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Bless me with your quiet singing
And whisper music in my ears
The best and worst thing about your memory
Doesn't fade with the passing years
And I remember something like love
Passing, strolling, riding and rolling through my veins
I know this talented young poet
He said it all when he sang November:
ÂThe season blue remainsÂ
The season blue remains
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Timothy Seth Avett As Darling - Blessed Lyrics
Timothy Seth Avett As Darling - Blessed Lyrics
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Please don't say I let you down
Well I've been up for thirty hours now
And I just saw a shooting star
Falling through an empty sky
Tonight my memory's like a halo
Hovering above my head
Though my thoughts are filled with evil
A silver cross hangs from my neck
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Bless me with your quiet singing
And whisper music in my ears
The best and worst thing about your memory
Doesn't fade with the passing years
And I remember something like love
Passing, strolling, riding and rolling through my veins
I know this talented young poet
He said it all when he sang November:
ÂThe season blue remainsÂ
The season blue remains
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Well I've been up for thirty hours now
And I just saw a shooting star
Falling through an empty sky
Tonight my memory's like a halo
Hovering above my head
Though my thoughts are filled with evil
A silver cross hangs from my neck
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Bless me with your quiet singing
And whisper music in my ears
The best and worst thing about your memory
Doesn't fade with the passing years
And I remember something like love
Passing, strolling, riding and rolling through my veins
I know this talented young poet
He said it all when he sang November:
ÂThe season blue remainsÂ
The season blue remains
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow