Between the idea and the reality
Between the motion and the act
Between the conception and the creation
Between the desire and the spasm
Between the everything falls the shadow
This is the way the world ends
I miss those good ol' times
Just you and me so cool
Sippin' on a cup of joe
Was it one lump dear or two?
An early winter
I miss those good ol' times
When your words were good as bread
And laughs danced around our heads
All snug in a blanket warm
An early winter