You proposed that we go to Super A in addressing the public

Christmas lights on cloudy nights
And where my mind must go
Is to the time we kissed under an ornament
Like it was mistletoe

And I wish I didn’t ache for plans
That I could let it be
And I could cry with empty hands
Because idle, I’m not me

I don’t like to think that this is normal
That you’re just a part of my life
I maintain that you are magic
I don’t accept you as my right

Your winter skin invites me in
And where my mind must flow
Is to the time you got down on one knee
And said to me, “Let’s go.”

Last updated December 22, 2014