High Spirits

There's a chill in the air that says I think we're out of time

Not the roses or the wine

Not the reason or the rhyme

Not the thousand cuts that bleed old lovers dry

It's a page from a book that we should read once in a while

Try to re-learn what it was; when we could make each other smile

Although we're weary, we can pace it mile for mile

If you know I'm home, and you're feeling all alone

Then come on darling just be close to me

When I close the curtains, I'm not blocking out the light