Do you remember? It was almost winter,
and I would walk down the hill from my job.
Walk home every weekend and think of what happened
and oh! I'd wish to God that it had not.
You told me you loved me, and I told you the truth:
That faith is not fact and that hope is not proof.
Those walks were my solace all that lonely autumn--
the color of the trees against the sky--
thinking back to the summer; you were trying to come closer
but I was only trying to walk by
You told me you loved me and I told you the truth:
That faith is not fact and that hope is not proof.
If signals were sent, I apologize.
They were inadvertent, and my eyes, they were blind!
I am walking down that hill, I don't think until
now I knew what it meant
to tell someone you love them, on a cloudy fall morning,
and to know that they'll never love you back.
He told me the same things that I told to you:
That faith is not fact and that hope is not proof.
We knock on those doors and we ask to receive
But no one can give when they do not believe.
credits
from Demonstrations,
released April 23, 2014
Vocal recording and editing help: Erin Miley