On a cold night in December
I heard you whisper loud...

Sticks and stone, lipstick and glamour
Questions slowly rose to clamor...

We are feathers in the wind
We are feathers who have sinned...

We're on a high
And sooner or later we'll collide...

I understand you're scared to death
But this won't last long, I swear...

Bus tickets aligned on my table
I paint my kitchen, I sweep my floor...

Dedicated to everyone I love that has passed away...
When drops of Jane fall on my face...

NOTE: I read it after I wrote it and realized it...
There's a weakness in the moonlight...

"Oh what am I doing?
Honestly, what am I losing...

I won't be far, not far behind
If there's something inside of me...

I grew up on the banks of the river
Never grew tired as the waves grew bigger...

There's a nervous bleeding in my pride
As I study this town with bloodshot eyes...