Don't throw out your winter clothes, The way our glances froze it just might snow Ten thousand days or more, Enough to cover or quench our hopes And tandem bicycles in ten-inch icicles And glacier footprints in a single row, Leaving little hope left that you Won't fall for anywhere else than here. I know it seems like the better idea When all our sentiments are seemingly few and far between. Pasadena river in the morning, you look all the best to me. Ten years on and counting you've got mad skills And a weird ambiguity. So what do you know about air lithium batteries, Anodes and oxide to power our flashlights When our sentiments are seemingly few and far between Let's hold hands and go for a city Let's hold hands and go for a citywide search for our loss. Let's hold hands and go for a city. Don't go chasing curtain calls, Settle for applause from heavy rain Upon the bothered glass of bedroom windows as you drift away, Breathing uneasily, mumbling warily: Don't go. And I wake you up although I never tell you so, But now you know.