Writtings
Gray November
I’ve been down since July
Motion capture
Put me in a bad lightI replay my footsteps on each stepping stone
Trying to find the one where I went wrong
Writing letters
Addressed to the fire
Muses
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
Catching my death
And I couldn’t be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
That this pain would be for
EvermoreHey December
Guess I’m feeling unmoored
Can’t remember
What I used to fight for
Things I love
I rewind the tape but all it does is pause
On the very moment all was lost
Sending signals
To be double crossedAnd I was catching my breath
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
And I couldn’t be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
That this pain would be for
Evermore
(Evermore)