the one who gave it away
or the one who had spoken
i wish i could say
to the dream that was broken
i hope that one day
your own comfort will open
might not be today
but hang on to that token

and into the breeze
i'll try and confess
try hard not to sneeze
at the sight of this mess
i'm down on my knees
but i'll settle for less
because here in the freeze
i'm unable to guess

and now that we're so far apart
i don't even know where to start