All Saints

It's getting colder

And we grow older

"These times are changing"

Or so I told her

But cliche acts are simle finds

Lost to some between the lines

Too much has fallen through the cracks

Too many lights, too many tacks

We've fallen further than we know

Reaching up out from this low

"We are choking on all the foam"

So hold on tight till December comes home

Clinging cliches need stronger ties

They're crawling with us under lies

"You must hold tight"

"You must move on"

"You must recite them on the lawn"

Your choices number oh so many

One for every copper penny

Try to invite them

"You must reunite them"

Bring them back into your home

Invite them back into your home

Stow them in the warmth you feel

Feed them actions, so surreal

Try to keep them close to heart

While the families do their part

So capture it and reinvent

The day on which your mind has spent

Those countless hours wasting time

Preparing ghosts you hope to find

And leave the tracers up to me

I will find them, you can leave

I'll set the standard for this mood

And keep it fresher than the food

Make me wait or make me smile

Leave me alone for a little while

I need a hope, I need a reason

To fix this house up for the season

To try and clean up all the treason

Preparing for the coming season

And with these preparations made

It's no surprise I have not shaved

My mind was fixed and so were we

So fixed on what we couldn't be

But now I hardly worry at all

It doesn't seem that long since fall

The cold air calls from the unknown

I'll pick up the phone when Christmas is home

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