December

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