Jon, the Archivist - New Year's Day | Текст песни

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• Jon, the Archivist
• New Year's Day

Woke up hungover as the sun shot through my window
On New Year’s Day this time last year
I knocked my glasses off the dresser in confusion
The shattered lens confirmed my fears

Picked up my phone and placed my head to the receiver
To hear your voicemail cold and shrill
I stumbled to the mirror, steadied myself at the sink
My reflection was primered for the kill

This is a nightmare
I can’t stop dreaming
But the tears I left in the alleyway
And the trips we took with the money we saved
And the time we spent are like lines upon my face
Oh darling, I’m a disgrace

I ran into the daylight outside of the apartment
I shaved my hands into the snow
I felt the cold, cold sun and watched the kids riding their bikes
As a nearby radio began to drone

And then burst forth in song like the birth of a messiah
The colors of the world they swayed
And for the first time I remember in my life
I got down on my knees and prayed

This is a nightmare
I can’t stop dreaming
But the tears I left in the alleyway
And the trips we took with the money we saved
And the time we spent are like lines upon my face
Oh darling, I’m a disgrace

This is a nightmare
I can’t stop dreaming
But the shimmering sun streaming on my face
And the sounds of life swimming in my veins
And the snow melts down and the roots grow in its place

Oh, the worst parts of this year, they will all melt down with the snow

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