One who was distant came near to me in the morning, and still nearer when taken away by night.
Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
By Blue October
I'd like to sneak around your house When everyone's asleep Tiptoe across the door-room mat That used to welcome me Then gently shut the door To see a brand-new Christmas tree And the silence pounds like a kettle drum And a chill runs through me
But does she ever miss me? I still hear her singing Just like an orchestra, just like a painting With velvet brushes and wooden framing A familiar Monet that's worth renaming The scar
I choked up the dirt, completely hurt I ran straight through them all Then pushed aside what's left of pride And trembled through the hall And there stands a door you'd seen before When all you knew you was down And your perfume breath brought peaceful death On sleepy silver gowns
But does she ever miss me? I still hear her singing Just like an orchestra, just like a painting With velvet brushes and wooden framing A familiar Monet that's worth renaming The scar
Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing To sleep is such a hole I eat without your company I drink till I unfold And now hear the end of everything Just thrown onto the ground But October fell and broke my shell And all I knew was down
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