Story Behind the Song
The song was written in my apartment on Willett St. in Halifax. It was just one of those moments when things seemed to gel together.
Lyrics
I’m not, a guy, who likes to go out, in time, to kill time.
Snow falls on the leaves where I walked.
Breath white with the trees in the dark.
I walk.
You, know me, I’m here, at your feet.
Slow, and stable, I walk, alone, in time.
In time.
Knowing you, hear me.
Knowing you, here’s true.
Honestly, I will.
I will.
I know it’s too late for time, to catch up with our refined consequences to this task, of life, of death.
You know it’s too strong to pass up when you’re drunk.
You know it’s too late to fall down beside you.
I know, and you know.
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