Well it rained today
Inside of me
Winds of dismay
They blew me away
And I felt the change in the weather
It be my blame to place
Well it's over
It's over now
♪
Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good
And the leaves will never change
I'm waiting, still waiting for your face
To exceed a picture frame
It's four years and a work week to regret
And blame you all over again
And the rest of my life is sleep
To dream of what it could have been
Broken is more now
Than broken ever was then
Something with some form of fix
Has gone and grown hopeless
So invent the tools to mend
Years, years, years of negligence
Or the ability to forget
Because it's over, it's all over now
♪
Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good
And the leaves will never change
I'm waiting, still waiting for your face
To exceed a picture frame
It's four years and a work week to regret
And blame you all over again
And the rest of my life is sleep
To dream of what it could have been
You would not believe
The degree of irony that could be in a
Five letter metaphor
No, you wouldn't believe
No, no, no
And in a period of time
How many consistent increments compiled
There could be for new that changes your life
No, you wouldn't believe
Oh, no, no
Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good
And the leaves will never change
I'm waiting, still waiting for your face
To exceed a picture frame
It's four years and a work week to regret
And blame you all over again
And the rest of my life is sleep
To dream of what it could have been