What will stay?. When everything is going, what remains?. When everything is leaving, when all has slipped away. What will stay?. . What will change?.
All of the words keep coming. For me to settle down. But I think I heard us falling. Before we hit the ground. So much for my dark takes. Of how we got this far.
Open your life. Can you feel me rushing in. And unshielded your mind. I can tell what you are thinking. . And all you hold inside. Was just as much mine.
Taking myself back to the time. When we were in your room you looked straight through. The life that I've led, things that I've said. Made you tired. .
We'll get in my car around 10:30 that night. For the New York city skyline, destination of our sights. It's the biggest healing session that I've had for some years.
And the furniture was painted. From natural wood to olive green this year. And the bedroom was done over. To keep up with the fashion of the time. . And through the doorway there's a couch where.
This cannot be real. Lookin' out into the cold. This window holds a view. Of you and I and growing old. . I would call you now. If I had strength on telephones.
I think it's fair. To say that I knew you best. Way back when. . The place you live. The things you'll do. The choice you have. That I could never understand.
I look out my window, I'm catching the view. Where queen street meets chestnut one block west of you. These strange conversations will set our hearts free.
Downtown in the fall, across the sidewalks. The leaves will all make fossils, left behind. Balancing your life this way against mine. I know you're in me somewhere.
I hear you calling me by name. You come around the corner smiling again. And I know you're feeling better. . And so the sun might turn to rain. The clouds will come together over us again.
I need to take a look before you go away. Before I spend my time with what I need to say. You're so free around everyone but me. . It's the city lights.