...Jocelyn

...The leaves of lids turn back, throw backOn me those singles

When I wrote that special one
It really was winter falling
It felt like you
The curves skipping window panes
As I looked out into the melody the words and the distance shortened on my search to the lines
I could hear your calligraphy and a love song making the tears fall because it was under the ray of what felt like you
This day I write for you
Only the way I see you through...