I should know who I am by now,
I walk the record stand somehow,
thinkin’ of winter
the name is the splinter inside me
while I wait

And I remember the sound
of your November downtown,
And I remember the [bad word] a warm December with you,
but I don’t have to make this mistake,
and I don’t have to stay this way
if only I would wake

the walk has all been cleared by now
your voice is all I hear somehow
calling out winter
your voice is the splinter inside me
while I wait

And I remember the sound
of your November downtown,
And I remember the [bad word] a warm December with you,
but I don’t have to make this mistake,
and I don’t have to stay this way
if only I would wake

I could have lost myself
in rough blue waters in your eyes,
and I miss you still

oh I remember the sound
of your November downtown
And I remember the [bad word] 
a warm December with you
but I don’t have to make this mistake,
and I don’t have to stay this way
if only I would wake