YOURS Written by Chris Garneau Vocal: Chris Garneau i’m sorry to bring this up again old guy when you had to leave / and i said goodbye to you / from between the avenue and the tree, the one that blocks the window view / and me i think back to some of the things i said that one night, like that you weren’t with your family anymore, it was mean, it wasn’t right but i was a stupid baby back then / i was scared i didn’t know how to love you, didn’t realize how much you cared about me about me i loved you i love you this is yours yours : the red world, the corresponding breezes they go on,but we don’t we are done i waved goodbye to you that day from the parking lot in the alleyway i remember feeling terrified not knowing if you’d come back, but you did, and we tried. but later that fall i walked the sad stretch of my mind and said, no we can’t go (on), we’ve gotta leave this behind. i thought IT to myself at the windowsill as i looked out onto the tree, the church, the chill…. the leaves had all fallen off. that tree was dead. the neighbors, the whole town — they’d all gone to bed we sat on the floor and waited for your car to arrive and we said goodbye, and we cried. the church bell stopped time was dead the neighbors, the whole town had gone to bed our sweethearts knew, our sisters knew too and we knew. we knew. this is yours yours : the red world the corresponding breezes they’ll go on, but we won’t we are done this is yours yours : the dead world the corresponding dead breezes they’ll go on but we won’t we are done
YOURS Written by Chris Garneau Vocal: Chris Garneau i’m sorry to bring this up again old guy when you had to leave / and i said goodbye to you / from between the avenue and the tree, the one that blocks the window view / and me i think back to some of the things i said that one night, like that you weren’t with your family anymore, it was mean, it wasn’t right but i was a stupid baby back then / i was scared i didn’t know how to love you, didn’t realize how much you cared about me about me i loved you i love you this is yours yours : the red world, the corresponding breezes they go on,but we don’t we are done i waved goodbye to you that day from the parking lot in the alleyway i remember feeling terrified not knowing if you’d come back, but you did, and we tried. but later that fall i walked the sad stretch of my mind and said, no we can’t go (on), we’ve gotta leave this behind. i thought IT to myself at the windowsill as i looked out onto the tree, the church, the chill…. the leaves had all fallen off. that tree was dead. the neighbors, the whole town — they’d all gone to bed we sat on the floor and waited for your car to arrive and we said goodbye, and we cried. the church bell stopped time was dead the neighbors, the whole town had gone to bed our sweethearts knew, our sisters knew too and we knew. we knew. this is yours yours : the red world the corresponding breezes they’ll go on, but we won’t we are done this is yours yours : the dead world the corresponding dead breezes they’ll go on but we won’t we are done
