A bitter and windy autumn day is on me,
I think to chase a wisp of hope away.

But don’t release or say you’re sorry, 
There is more for me to say. 
Cold, cold lips and eyes half open, 
Teary words and misty breaths I take.

Optimism still has grip upon me, 
I hate to but I contemplate the past.

But don’t release or say you’re sorry, 
There is more for me to say. 
Cold, cold lips and eyes half open, 
Teary words and misty breaths I take.

You say I’m a saint for putting up with you for so long, 
You’re hurt I lied, I’ve meant it every time.

But don’t release or say you’re sorry, 
There is more for me to say.
Cold, cold lips and eyes half open, 
Teary words and misty breaths I take.