It was late in December, the sky turned to snow. All 'round the day was going down slow. Night like a river, beginning to flow. I felt the beat of my mind go.
In the beginnin', we were much too brave. We had our love an' we were saved. We've come so far and that's not how we are, no more. Tell me why things have got to change.
You took the path of least resistance. And I've gone from bad to worse. They say that one man's. Blessing is another one's curse. . The sun shines softly on the ruins.