Press Play To Listen To, The Past Two - By Planes Mistaken For Stars
The Past Two
By Planes Mistaken For Stars
And I swear, I tried to find the light in this
I held my breath, for as long as I could hold on
You've known, I'm not much for complaining
But there's not much left of me
This winter got the best of me
December killed the best of me
And I'm sure it's been catching, and gaining
But how could you see?
And even if you spun cartwheels,
With sparklers in your hands
It wouldn't be enough, for me
December killed the best of me
And I just called
And I just wrote
To say goodbye
Because I'm afraid
When the snow clears
There won't be much, left of me
December killed the best of me
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