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(hummmm) (ahhhh) The kitchen clock is ticking slow
Cold coffee on the window sill
Watching how the shadows grow
Across the quiet winter hill
We left our words inside the drawer And now
we don't speak anymore
And the ice is getting thin
Where do we begin
Let the rain fall on the empty street
Wash away the tracks of our retreat
Everything we built is washing down
Losing what we lost inside this town
It's a heavy kind of blue
A half-read book upon the bed
The winter coat left by the door
All the things we should have said
That we can't say anymore I turn the collar to the cold
Growing tired of growing old
A heavy kind of blue
Just a heavy kind of blue (hummmm)