A December spent in my thighs
Now it's time to rake the springtime
Shave your face, change you clothes
When it's over, you'll know
Spent a week under a breathing sour cherry tree
It's just me talking to your answer machine
Whatever you say, it can't be worse than the bitter blow
When it's over, let me know
What happens when it's not symmetry anymore?
You score and I'm still on the floor
You're already out to explore and I'm at war
What happens when it's not just us to think about from now on?
Before dawn, there's already a breath we've drawn
It's too late, I'm withdrawn and you're still gone
