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Through the winter with no end
In my boredom dreamt of you
Wondered what I had to do
Pondered 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 settled in some younger doublescore

I sat in the peoniеs
Crying off all my colors
And watching the adults move
I was asking very nicеly
In a quiet, pathetic manner
To be forgiven, to be forgiven, to be forgiven
So and when we were driving home
And the lake was just about to close
I took your hand, feeling damned
I thought you loved me once and that should be good enough

Parking down the street
By the angel's house
All the trees are taller than me
They're showing girthings 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 to see
Oh, the winter I was 19, I let you be my sole fantasy
Swimming in the lake, I can't see, I can't see, I can't see