Through the winter with no end

In my boredom dreamt of you

Wondered what I had to do

Pondered what it would be like to

Through some love for you, my friend

In my lonesome dreamt of you

Wondered if you could really love me

The way you always say you do

I am burning at the edges

Turning into men I've loved before

And in the meantime settled in some younger doublescore

I sat in the pews

Crying off all my colors

And watching thе adults move

I was asking very nicely

In a quiеt, pathetic manner

To be forgiven, to be forgiven, to be forgiven

So and when we were driving home

And the lake was just about to close

I took your hand, feeling damned

I thought you loved me once and that should be good enough

Parking down the street

By the angel's house

All the trees are taller than me

They're showing her things I'm too dumb to see

Walking through the field past the angel's house

The ground caves beneath my feet

I'm looking for something that I'm too dumb to see

Oh, the winter I was 19, I let you be my sole fantasy

Swimming in the lake, I can't see, I can't see, I can't see