When happy days are spreading thin
And the world starts to darken again
A mess of clouds come raging in
And I don't know where to begin
I come to think of you
I dig deep into my memories
And I find one of the warmest ones
Maybe one from those long summer nights
Or that one winter walk in the storm
I hope you remember me too
Remembering fires a soul soothing light
A little bit of warmth to survive this life
It gets too lonesome to walk alone
Sometimes
And I'm not good at it either
That is why I prefer the walks with you
And I miss you calling me home
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
When happy days are spreading thin
And the world starts to darken again
A mess of clouds come raging in
And I don't know where to begin
I come to think of you
I dig deep into my memories
And I find one of the warmest ones
Maybe one from those long summer nights
Or that one winter walk in the storm
I hope you remember me too
Remembering fires a soul soothing light
A little bit of warmth to survive this life
It gets too lonesome to walk alone
Sometimes
And I'm not good at it either
That is why I prefer the walks with you
And I miss you calling me home
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