outside you run to me through a field of leaves
you're getting close you're getting close I can feel you breath
the wind gets hard the storm gets low and I can't believe
I want a summers day, to laugh away
but it never stays

flowers fresh upon your grave they're newly picked
I will hold onto the all of the things that you said and did
the days get short, the days get short and it's dark for you
the winter keeps the ground asleep
and I pray for you

let the dam break below
let your tear drops flow
let your fingers pull the string that tied your hair up in a bow
let all your inhibitions melt away into a cup
mix it into a concoction turn the bottom of it up

darling one day we will all be low
lying with our backs upon the floor
the one direction were all headed guaranteed is south
my mama told me never look a gift horse in the mouth