They've been saying this all a whilenThey've been saving this small exchangenI'm a mess, you're a tilennBecause the way things travelnThe waves will alter them in flightnIs that the way things used to?nStill unresolved, but underneath there lies with younnSoft as leaves in the nightnThey can please their own childrennThey control their own livesnI can be so resourcefulnnThey've been playing that song againnThey're shaving it close againnI'm a spark, you're a wirenn'Cause of the weight, the label's usefulnSo incorrect, but maybe there'snStill something breathingnHopelessnBreathingnnSevered by hollow flightnThere can be many optionsnThey can be somewhat rightnPossibly some arrangementnnI'll just wait and you'll be finenAll this way, and still December