Lyrics
One, two
And one, two, three, four
You and I both know
There is nothing more to say
Chance has shut her shining eyes
And turned her face away
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday, and I think you will
We could see the sadness as a gift
And still feel too heavy to hold
Snow fallin'
I try to keep from callin'
Watch the spring turn to winter
Fireflies all frozen
The seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask
Been searching for your eyes
All I see is blue skies
And that old man beats his crooked cane
It's time to let go
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday, and I bet you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
The seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask
You and I could see into the same eternity
Every second brimming with a majesty
Oh, kiss so sweet, so fine
You could hear the music inside my mind
And you showed me a place I'll find
Even when I'm old
Just leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday, and I hope you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
The seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask
