Strumming Precision

Walking down the frozen avenue

Watching steam rise in the grey and blue

Lost a piece of what I used to know

Buried underneath the early snow

Oh,

we fade

away

Into the dust of yesterday (yesterday)

But

the melody

remains Running

soft

through my veins

Tracing patterns on the window pane

Listening to the rhythm of the rain

Every heartbeat has a song to write

Keeping us awake into the night

Oh,

we

fade away

Into

the dust of yesterday (mmm)