Sands dripping down from our feet Right beneath the pier's edge Where we were first to meet And I caught you once But you let me down twice I don't know how
There's a place We would all go to sing Yeah, we'd gather 'round The old town church To hear those bells ring I'll never forget those days When I was worthy of your love
And I promise I Won't make a sound 'Cause I figure you No longer want me around And I know that the days will pass And soon, we'll be rid of these Things
So let soft words be spoken Join in these winter hymns
Crows flying out With old wings Bated breath with lungs That barely had the strength to sing And I fought you once But you let me win twice I don't know why
And there's a chapter That I keep on trying to read But the pages stick and crumble Where your fingers used to be I'll never forget your hands 'Cause they were always pushing me
And I promise I Won't make a sound 'Cause I figure you No longer want me around And I know that the days will pass And soon, we'll be rid of these Things
So let brave words be spoken Join in these winter hymns
But just let us grow Your patience was lost in the sea Just don't go And though this darkness will come And my heart is in stormy weather And the pain is all I have For now And I'm homebound
But I promise I Won't make a sound 'Cause I figure you No longer want me around And I know that the days will pass And soon, we'll be rid of these Things
So let soft words be spoken Join in these winter hymns
Compositor: Charles Robert Simpson (Charlie Simpson) ECAD: Obra #20366648