It came on a Thursday
Everything seemed to be holding its breath
It was the first real snow for years
It made everything look beautiful
And I wanted it to stay like this
So bad
I hung like a tongue from my open-mouth window
Thinking I should make the most of this
While it lasts
I climbed to the once familiar hill
Where the rambling roses were sleeping and stared
Down towards the park where you once said
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I break your heart
It was full of giant snow balls
Five feet high
The people had made
Families played in the snow
It made me feel calm
So I stood for awhile
And I listened
Wishing I could burst into flames
Or disappear or something
Somehow the sky deepened
And I was soaking wet
It had become a blizzard
And through the storm I saw
On the old wall of the old
The New Urban Prophet inscribed in white
Talking to me through the howling winds
Writers that don't write
End up talking to themselves
And I wanted it to stay like this so bad
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I break your heart
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I break your heart
The sky, it opened up into a dream
Talking to me through the howling winds
The sky, it opened up into a dream
Talking to me through the howling winds
Talking to me through the howling winds
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time
I break your heart
This is the last time
This is the last time
I break your heart
This is the last time
This is the last time
I break your heart
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