There's something in the way you move,
That says you haven't forgiven me
For all my mistakes.


There's footprints in the snow
That show you came home.
But you didn't stay for long.
So long.

You raised the barricade.
You saw me coming,
But you were way too late.

There's something in the words
You sing to my face.
Messages conveyed,
But with subtlety.

I'm writing apologies down on bank notes
In the hope that you'll find one of them.
But I know that you won't understand.

It's just as if you were here
All along.

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