Lyrics
The end of the road
The green of the park
The statue, it stands
Right where it used to be
Across the street
I see that you're smoking
Norwegian shag
"It's hand rolled," you said
ใใคใๅฑ ใฆใใใฆ
ๆๅพใ็ฌใฃใฆใใญ
ๅผทใใใชใใฆใ
ใใคใงใๅฃฐใใใฆ
ๅใฎใใใ ใฃใใ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
่ชใใซๆใใใใซ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
In the winter
The road, it lights up
The trees, they sparkle
But it's too cold outside
There's nothing I miss
Except for the way we played
That tune by Jaco
And your lovely guitar
Buried somewhere
Beneath the dirt and
The layers of plaque
Rubble of the past
I wonder is there
A part of me still with you
Things I told myself to make it hurt a little bit less
ใใคใๅฑ ใฆใใใฆ
ๆๅพใ็ฌใฃใฆใใญ
ๅผทใใใชใใฆใ
ใใคใงใๅฃฐใใใฆ
ๅใฎใใใ ใฃใใ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
่ชใใซๆใใใใซ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
There's nothing I miss
Except for the way we played
The green of the park
The statue, it stands
Right where it used to be
Across the street
I see that you're smoking
Norwegian shag
"It's hand rolled," you said
ใใคใๅฑ ใฆใใใฆ
ๆๅพใ็ฌใฃใฆใใญ
ๅผทใใใชใใฆใ
ใใคใงใๅฃฐใใใฆ
ๅใฎใใใ ใฃใใ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
่ชใใซๆใใใใซ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
In the winter
The road, it lights up
The trees, they sparkle
But it's too cold outside
There's nothing I miss
Except for the way we played
That tune by Jaco
And your lovely guitar
Buried somewhere
Beneath the dirt and
The layers of plaque
Rubble of the past
I wonder is there
A part of me still with you
Things I told myself to make it hurt a little bit less
ใใคใๅฑ ใฆใใใฆ
ๆๅพใ็ฌใฃใฆใใญ
ๅผทใใใชใใฆใ
ใใคใงใๅฃฐใใใฆ
ๅใฎใใใ ใฃใใ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
่ชใใซๆใใใใซ
ไธ็ๆธๅฝใซใใใใ
There's nothing I miss
Except for the way we played