The Last Time - Carina Round

It came on a Thursday

Everything seemed to be holding its breath

It was the first real snow for years

It made everything look beautiful

And I wanted it to stay like this

So bad

I hung like a tongue from my open-mouth window

Thinking I should make the most of this

While it lasts

I climbed to the once familiar hill

Where the rambling roses were sleeping and stared

Down towards the park where you once said

This is the last time

This is the last time

This is the last time

I break your heart

It was full of giant snow balls five feet high

The people had made families played in the snow

It made me feel calm so I stood for awhile

And I listened wishing I could burst into flames

Or disappear or something somehow the sky deepened

And I was soaking wet it had become a blizzard

And through the storm I saw

On the old wall of the old bridge

The New Urban Prophet inscribed in white

Talking to me through the howling winds

Writers that don’t write

End up talking to themselves

And I wanted it to stay like this so bad

This is the last time

This is the last time

This is the last time

I break your heart

This is the last time

This is the last time

This is the last time

I break your heart

The sky, it opened up into a dream

Talking to me through the howling winds

The sky, it opened up into a dream

Talking to me through the howling winds

Talking to me through the howling winds

This is the last time

This is the last time

This is the last time

This is the last time

I break your heart

This is the last time

This is the last time

I break your heart

This is the last time

This is the last time

I break your heart

This is the last time