Lost River/Old River - I Fix Nothing, I Let It Go

I watched the wind
Coming up my street
Coming up strong

The cold came too
In the cloud of a short breath
It took me from you

And death is a fitting end
To the messes we make
While relying on memory

Time starts and slows
And moves like a friend
Who we can't ever really know

I was born in the wintertime
Nestled real low in the hills of Colorado
And when I can I will return and find myself a home

Written by:
Matthew Kemp

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