Take a step in my direction, hear the heralds hark
Reaching out and acting like I can see in the dark
You and I were never meant to mix the way we do
Oil and water, father's daughter's gonna burn me through
And you
Cut through, I never do
I believed a part of me
Was made for loving you
That winter when you knew
Flying home to see you in the window seat that night
Seeing all the little buildings lit by little lights
Every beam's some person or life separate from mine
Wonder if they know that someone's watching from the sky
And we
Don't meet, you're far from me
I remember stomaching
Some special kind of grief
That winter I broke free
Now I always seem to fall for girls with your first name
July 14th used to be nothing better than some day
Waiting rooms have strangers with your ringtone or your hair
Starting to get easier to forget that I care