You slid onto my leather seat. You leaned in and you kissed my cheek. And I knew right when that moment came that this Summer would start and end the same. We drove right down to our favorite spot, where the headlights passed that we liked to watch. But we stared at the sky and we didn't speak, till the moment came that you fell asleep.
We could have had tonight but we grew too close with white wine. Now you can't open your eyes, but you see colors in your eyelids...a mess of gold and violet...you hear the hum of welcome silence with the singing notes of violins...violins...
Autumn came and we grew so close. And we finally learned how to let go. But the leaves that fell, they foreshadowed the change that would come with the first snow.
We could have had tonight but there were words that crossed that thin red line. I saw it in your eyes...they were a mess of a gold and violet, but not the same I fell in love with. No, there was something that felt different and when I saw your tears it proved it...That this was dead and we both knew it...And now you're married and that's fine. But it will always cross my mind, where we'd be this date and time if I'd have never crossed that thin red line.
Well I hope he takes... I hope he takes you higher.