Whitley Follow

The darkness is creeping in,
And the world is a place to hide,
I'm on my knees in the cool winter breeze,
and I think of you.

And I have tried and I have won,
and I have done so many things,
We'll sit and smile and stand for a while,
And I have done so many things.

The soil breaks your fall,
As you come crashing down like you've done a thousand times before,
Your smell's still rich on my nose,
As you tore back my cheap clothes.

And I have tried and I have won,
and I have lost so many things,
And we sit and smile and stand for a while,
And I have lost so many things.

And I still hear your voice, In my house, in my room,
You're calling, you're ten feet falling down,
Soil will break your fall like it's done a thousand times before,
And I still think of you when the night gets cold,

When it's cold