Out of all contexts and scenery

it shows laughter rings inside of me

aching paths don't cross so easily

break my back to see things differently

so glow

we've held off the cold

low and behold

the seasons passing toll

i find reasons and stop wondering

the different ways in which we feel the same

give too much to what-if imagery

now the second time means more to me

so glow

we've held off the cold

so glow

we've held off the cold

low and behold

turns winter spring and fall