In the Winter, I wonder what it’s like to be where you are
In the Winter, I wonder what it’d be like if you were still here.

Sunday Morning I dreamt about a moment passed, about a time I failed.
Sunday Morning I was staring at a clock, trying to push it back.

Sunday Morning shook me all the way awake, stirred me from the dream.
Sunday Morning I was thinking of a phone call I should make-
You never did, I never did.

(Source: hopesanchorr)