Look! I am waiting for the snow to undo the spring you were.
I know I must let you go, Forget the thing we were for a while.
The dawn is new and blue, I feel cold every time.
Like my dreams came true, And I’d have to sell them for a dime.
I write my own story now, Trying to recall the meaning of it.
Eyes and evening glory- I want to feel the feeling you were.