The Last Time

It came on a thursday Everything seemed to be soaking wet It was the first real snow For years It made everything look beautiful And i wanted it to stay like this So bad I hung like a tongue from my open-mouth window Thinking, 'i should make the most of this, while it lasts' I climbed the once familiar hill, Where the rambling roses were sleeping and stared Down towards the park where you once said... This is the last time This is the last time This is the last time I break your heart It was full of giant snowballs, five feet high The people it made families play in the snow It made me feel calm So i stood for a while And i listened Wishing i could burst into flames Or disappear or something Somehow the sky deepened And i was soaking wet. It had become a blizzard And through the storm i saw On the old wall of the old bridge The? prophet had scribed in white Talking to me through the howling wind Right as that?? and they're talking to themselves And i wanted it to stay like this So bad. This is the last time This is the last time This is the last time I break your heart The sky it opened up into a dream Talking to me through the howling winds The sky it opened up into a dream Talking to me through the howling winds Talking to me through the howling winds This is the last time This is the last time This is the last time I break your heart This is the last time This is the last time This is the last time I break your heart This is the la...