Matt Pond PA - KC

i remember you
do you remember me
theres no way to the heart better than awkwardly
in canada on new years eve
you said youd never seen someone bleed like i bleed
perhaps i was on

the shaking hands
the hands well shake
theres nothing that weve done you could call a mistake
we wore ourselves into the ground
the humming of the traffic on st. catherines
breaks the slow fall down

the truth is behind the hotel
the bodys underneath the maple tree
the leaves turned red when you killed me
startled by the saints river
i wont reduce the complications to the warmer nights
when i did not know you

the truth is under the water
finally silent i could hear you speak
about the leaves and killing me
shaken by the saints river
theres nothing that weve done that could be wrong
its the only way well ever understand