Local Natives - Sadness As A Gift Lyrics

One, two, one, two, three, four

You and I both know
There is nothing more to say
Chance has shut her shining eyes
And turned her face away

Leaning on a windowsill
You could write me someday, and I think you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
Feel too heavy to hold

Snow fallin'
I try to keep from callin'
Watch the spring turn to winter
Fireflies all frozen

The seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask

Been searching for your eyes
All I see is blue skies
And that old man beats his crooked cane
It's time to let go

Leaning on a windowsill
You could write me someday, and I bet you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
The seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask

You and I could see into the same eternity
Every second brimming with a majesty

Oh, kiss so sweet, so fine
You could hear the music inside my mind
And you showed me a place
I'll find even when I'm old

Just leaning on a windowsill
You could write me someday, and I hope you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
The seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask\