The Things That Only I Know

The snow that fell on a sunday afternoon,
The laughing (like a song) cutting through your room,
lying dead, falling slow.

In the front yard, i wrote some promises and words,
I professed my knowledge for the absence of birds,
and it was quiet as my writings sank in the snow.

But by and by i heard my name
and the things that i just couldn't say
the things that only i know.


Some hot chocolate and bad cinema
your window views the boulevard
where a fire hydrant marks the spot

exchanging whispers to myself
the nervous ticks all day i felt
"playing with the hand that fate has delt."
The dreams you had...... maybe not.

But by and by i heard my name
and the things that i just couldn't say
the things that only i know.

To them i'm just the enemy
to us it was a battery
the power behind the light in our hands

the frozen breaths melting in my mouth
my hands hanging to the south
no room left for doubt
shooting stars are in high demand

But by and by i heard my name
and the things that i just couldn't say
the things that only i know.