Something written

We saw our breath though it was hardly winter,
A passerby would say he'd seen it all before
The folded arms, the wounded eyes
The signs that we both ignored.

The old cathedral looming in the shadows
The only thing we saw amid the the threat of tears
We didn't speak, our lips were numb
The world didn't crumble

You say goodbye, but do you really know it's over?
You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?
You go along thinking that things like this never change
And then they go and change

It's not a love story
It's not a coming of age
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story
Just two friends, all grown up
It happens one day

Why does it keep coming back to one dark second?
We're skipping physics just to hold each others hands
Our stomachs quake, our first mistake
We go on demanding more.

Until we're sleeping in a squalid dorm room
The lower bunk, we hold each other so tight
'cause there's no room here at all,
We have to spoon or we'll fall
But we refuse, we will not say the bed is too small...for us.

We only wanted more
Unending, more
A horizon stretching out as far as we can see
I'd have you
You'd have me

As sure as time would pass, as permanent as stone cathedrals
Maybe if we hadn't skipped physics we'd know everything has a decay,
We hadn't learned yet that each romance has a last day.

Cathedral bells rang out to mark the hours,
Reminding us that this was just another night
That hours pass, that morning breaks, that somehow there's still sunlight

You say goodbye, but so you really know it's over?
You say goodbye, but do you comprehend it?
There was a time that you were sure some things wouldn't change.
But that can also change...

It's not a love story
It's not a coming of age
It's not the kind of thing you put into a play.
It's just a small story
Just two friends all grown up.
It happens one day.

Why today?

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