| your face comes back |
| through cracks in usual days |
| I understand |
| walk on and look away |
| I"m killing time |
| I know there"s nothing to wait for |
| rewriting my lines |
| I"ll make my decisions tomorrow |
| there"s so much to think about |
| I"ll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
| I"ll stop that image from coming back to life |
| a bare tree in love with the winter |
| I"ll make my mind up another time |
| I turn my back |
| on hope, whatever it is |
| I won"t lose track |
| of just how I got to be here |
| I will renounce |
| my faith in reunion |
| I"ll relearn how |
| to embrace things like before |
| I"ll learn how to part with doubts |
| I"ll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
| I"ll stop that image from coming back to life |
| a bare tree in love with the winter |
| I"ll make my mind up another time |
| and what if there is no oneness |
| it can"t give your existence meaning |
| another empty concept |
| the end"s etched into the beginning |
| I"ll close my eyes just like the doll-house windows |
| I"ll stop that image from coming back to life |
| a bare tree in love with the winter |
| I"ll make my mind up another time |
| I"ll close my eyes just like the doll-house win |
| dows |
| I"ll stop that image from coming back to life |
| a bare tree in love with the winter |
| I"ll make my mind up another time |