You were my Washington Square
That first dance of the morning
To shake the cold out of my bones...
Out of my bones
I could see us growing old in there
The subtle force between our hands...
Waning over time, Resilience's demise
Do I hesitate, to walk back through there?
At such a different age its hard to compare...
To you and I, to anyone who cares...
Run towards that nearest door
Defiantly continue to hide, and
Selfishly don't ask why
When the conversation turns to what is fair
The answer's never one or two
There's a whole horde there hanging in the room...
So what's one more for plain view
Well it hits like freight, when you're unaware
You try to anticipate its hard to prepare...
Its hard to prepare
If there's hell still left to pay, for everything to fade away
If there's hell still left to pay, for everything to fade away
Will I have that strength left to try?
If there's hell still left to pay, for everything to fade away
If there's hell still left to pay, for everything to fade away
Give me that strength now to try
Conversations to date...
Help me to appreciate
And I still see us growing old in there
Subtle force between our hands is waning over time
You are my Washington Square...
Come and shake that cold out of my bones
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