The windowsills are glistening As snow begins to fall The cold licks at my fingertips And numbs me to it all If anybody's listening Then listen to me well The chiming silver bells announce The story I will tell Once, somebody held me Once, somebody held my hand and said I'm not alone because he's here with me On a bustling street, you pulled me along Just as faint as the wind, you whistled a song What's wrong? So you asked and in turn I had said It's nothing That's not a lie With the brush of a kiss The touch of a hand You don't promise a thing Or that you'll come back And then, then you left, and you left Me with just those Two words: Carry on The snowfall turns to rainy days An arc across the sky The seasons are forgetting you And slowly, so do I I still remember bits of it A story that I tell But now it has solemnity A lot more like a spell Once, somebody held me Once, somebody held my hand, and yet I can't remember He was here with me Hid away with you that cold September day In your company, in your company, with nothing good to say Then you stood up and would soon be on your way You said something then, and it changed my life Those two words, what were they? Ah Even, now I feel an ache Somewhere in my chest I thought time would over time have put it to rest But it's only dulled And the truth hasn't changed I loved you. It's not a lie With the brush of a kiss The touch of a hand You don't promise a thing You'll never come back But somewhere inside Those two words ring and I Remember