The dark of night
Is even harder to take
When I think back
To the light of the day
The cold of winter
Is colder still
Because I can't forget
The warmth of the summer
When she loved me
And I loved her
And there was nothing
That could stand between
The length of a chasm
Becomes uncrossable
When my mind says
The other side can't be reached
When I've been there before
And lost my way
With no idea
On how to return
When she loved me
And I loved her
And there was nothing
That could stand between
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
The dark of night
Is even harder to take
When I think back
To the light of the day
The cold of winter
Is colder still
Because I can't forget
The warmth of the summer
When she loved me
And I loved her
And there was nothing
That could stand between
The length of a chasm
Becomes uncrossable
When my mind says
The other side can't be reached
When I've been there before
And lost my way
With no idea
On how to return
When she loved me
And I loved her
And there was nothing
That could stand between
