I haven't seen you since that brooklyn night I guess it's been about a year by now Cold and rainy, in a poets words Dark and crimson in a drunken way I was frozen in a window pane Kind of like i was on a movie screen Your hair was darker than i remembered it I was as awkward as i could have been So much has changed It seems nothing ever changes I found a way to wear a thousand different faces Time creeps into my dreams Breathe deep Fill your lungs with me Headaches, stalemates Chest pains, i'm trembling Ink stains, text to burn Am i leaving, am i leaving I found your face In my dreams the last two nights What are you doing here What am i singing for A window sitter grown into the crutch The crutch has always been right there for him I'm sorry i'm pushing her away I'm talking crimson in a drunken sway I'm talking crimson in a drunken sway So much has changed It seems nothing ever changes