Snow is falling on the front lawn
Everything is soft and still
I am freezing in gray sweatpants
Looking out by the windowsill
Hear a song in my brain
Take a seat at the keys and I'm fumbling
Until my fingers land in the right place
There's a stirring in the house
Interrupted hibernation
Friends are shuffling to fill their parts
In this implicit orchestration
Tony sits by my side
I crawl down to the pedals
And play the bass line
Everybody's singing, screaming, "It's alive!"
I write the same thing every morning
In this journal by my bed
It's been three years since I left that place
But it's still living in my head
Nostalgia kills
Ah, what a trap
I try to fight the feeling
But the feeling fights back
It's so hard to look ahead
When all your dreams are hijacked
Picture myself back in the basement
On that stage we built ourselves
Cobwebs clogging up the rafters
Broken lights and dusty shelves
There's a piece of my soul
That's been locked away
In that concrete hole
That I tried to bury without a proper funeral
Goodbye, Blue Bunny
Goodbye, Big Blue
Promise to release you
(But you gotta)
Let me go, too