I still remember the first time we met
The secrets we told and the gifts that we kept
Working in tandem, but still forced to choose
The head of a love song, the heart of the blues
Blinded by fear and obstructed by pride
I walked away and watched part of me die
Face to the wind all I tasted was salt
Acting as though it's the ocean's fault
Time is a band-aid, but whiskey it heals
The head of a love song won't say how it feels
Another blue morning, the light filled the sky
Left without answers. Just questioning why
Oh, how sweet the sounds of the springtime
I can still see you, your smile and your stare
Oh, how cruel the chill of the winter
Hoping that one day will find me somewhere
Next to you
This heart, it feels lived in, my home, it is bare
I can't help but thinking you might still be there
Unraveled by solace and bound to this fate
The head of a love song served cold on a plate
Hell-bent to find you, but damned if I do
No power to turn back or strength to undo
Oh, how sweet the sounds of the springtime
I can still see you, your smile and your stare
Oh, how cruel the chill of the winter
Hoping that one day will find me somewhere
Next to you

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