Two
and one two three four
You and I both know
there is nothing
more to say
Chance has shut
her shining eyes
and turned her face away
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday
and I think you will
We could see the sadness
as a gift and still
feel too heavy to hold
Snow fallin'
I try to keep from callin'
Watch the spring
turn to winter
fireflies all frozen
The seasons go so fast
thinking that this one
was gonna last
Maybe the question was
too much to ask
Been searching
for your eyes
all I see is blue skies
and that old man
beats his crooked cane
It's time to let go
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday
and I bet you will
We could see the sadness
as a gift and still
the seasons go so fast
thinking that this one
was gonna last
Maybe the question was
too much to ask
You and I could see
into the same eternity
Every second brimming
with a majesty
Oh kiss so sweet so fine
You could hear the music
inside my mind
and you showed me a place
I'll find
even when I'm old
Just leaning
on the windowsill
You could write me someday
and I hope you will
We could see the sadness
as a gift and still
the seasons go so fast
thinking that this one
was gonna last
Maybe the question was
too much to ask