That's last year there Still around in February Doesn't see his shadow, baby Doesn't know to leave There'd be a touch That would take him through sedately But it feels like reaching lately It isn't coming free And all advice is ways of saying "let it go" Some form of "smile, the world has found a way around the issue" Go how you want to Say it in a goodbye letter Doesn't seem like waiting's better It doesn't take us in I'll take it well Find quiet ways to gather Close around me what I'd rather That there would have been And there's been water at my neckline, I sank low, And it was all that I could do to keep myself from swimming Form your thoughts now It's going under, baby And where it goes I wonder, baby Can it just be gone?