[Lyric] Its Always Been Wankershim (Mt. Oriander)

"Already winter," you say to yourself again
Turning the words over and over
As though they were as worn out as an old good luck charm
(Sides smooth through passing from worried hand to worried hand)

Your breath escapes your body

You remark that it is your soul rejoining the atmosphere
And when it is all used up, only the body remains

But there is no one there

Suddenly, you feel so small
"Maybe if I had called or kept in touch,"
You say again, this time out loud

Startled, you don't even recognize the sound of your voice
As your hands stumble to turn thе key

As if afraid of being forgotten, thе engine of your tiny car roars to life
Cold air blasts out of the vents

You have one short drive to figure out how to explain your long absence