We’re back to playing, the miserable game of fools

Dressed and in black to cover up all the spills and drools

You won’t find anymore happiness at the bottom of the bottle

We will remain so fake a smile and enjoy the company

You’re out of place like summer rain

Falling on my windowsill on a cold December’s morning

Although you took me by surprise

I should've known that I’d be back here in July

I feel the colour saturate my mind

Like your voice, it sounds after you cried

I’ll lie awake

Your distant memory

You’d hold your place if a hurricane

Came sweeping through and tried pulling your roots

So strong, your a seldom seen flower

That overcame and outgrew me by the day

It cuts to hear the songs that carried us on

But the pain to write this song should feel like

It could sever to the bone