For Celebrations Past

This is for footsteps approaching the nightThey keep themselves moving and do what is rightNow watch what you gather and hold in your handNumbers are many who misunderstandDrink your wine away insteadI won't remember all that's saidSay farewell and close the doorYou'll find me never moreThat I believe inThat I believe inThat I believe in youMust be a crying shameTell you a story of that which comes lastAll of the sorrow that lives in the pastNow if you're tired of all that's been toldDon't be surprised that I've grown so oldDrink your wine away insteadI won't remember all that's saidSay farewell and close the doorYou'll find me never moreAnd I believe inThat I believe inThat I believe in youMust be a crying shameBreathing in shadows or dead on the vineI'm there in the morning to take you sometimesTo watch what you gather and hold in your handThe numbers are many who misunderstandDrink your wine away insteadI won't remember all that's saidSay farewell and close the doorYou'll find me never moreAnd I believe inThat I believe inThat I believe inThat I believe inThat I believe in youMust be a crying shame