Things have changed since you moved up north
Since autumn came these rusty shadows
Never fill me up with warmth
And I can't hold on to all these pictures
That you painted for me
You wrote the book on how to dream
I think it took a hole in my heart
To know exactly what that means
And I can hope but it could never
Seem to build this home up for me

Days are getting colder
But so am I
This weight held on your shoulders
Just stay up high

I hung your brushstrokes on my wall

I probably didn't say enough
If I even spoke at all
About the way, I could hear your voice
Inside the colors on the page
And I could write about you all the time
I probably sound like broken records
Playing through your head at night
And if I do, just pull the needle
Off so I won't get this through to you

Days are getting colder
But so am I
This weight held on your shoulders
Just stay up high