What Remains

(Michael Timmins)

Is there a man that can walk away
Terror that the winter brings
Pack his bags and turn his back, never again to feel the spring
Let everything happen to you
The beauty, and the terror too

Let them stomp on your dreams
Let those dreams come true
Know that everything happens to you

Heavy as an afterthought
Weighted to my chair
Some days I sit and count the change
Some days I remember you here

We weight ourselves with our lovers
Regrets and complicity too
Scoff The praise of others and my dreams, my dreams of you
Let everything happen to you
The beauty, and the terror too

Let them stomp on your heart
Let your heart be true
Know that everything happened to you
Is there a man that can walk away