Cold hands in January sun Face smeared from the tears she's begun Words have found her wounds again Will she ever repair?
All our good intentions carried us so far Incapable of changing who we are Caught up waiting for the old to turn to free How can we be in this Symmetry?
Lost time that can’t be replaced Too ashamed he can’t speak the words Over and over his faults again Will he ever declare?
I wish I’d seen your pictures in the stars At least I should have felt it in my heart How can all this pain be meant for me Why are the tears still falling down, down, down
