Spent some years of my life chasing the ghost of your tailights
Tell me now, how did you try to think of ways to say "I'm leaving"?
But it never was so black and white
Stuck around past Christmastime
Just long enough to build a lie we could all believe in
I can still smell the cold on your coat
Old Spice and cigarette smoke
The shape you made in the door
As the night swallowed you whole
Later on I had a dream that God had made a name for me
I thought "well that could never be"
Besides I never did believe in fairy tales anyway
But sometimes I still can feel the way I pressed you to my cheek
In the silence I believe there may be forgiveness
I can still smell the cold on your coat
Old Spice and cigarette smoke
The shape you made in the door
As the night swallowed you whole
Swallowed you whole
I still find you living here in the quiet with my fear
A little better every year, every year I'm trying
And I watch my babies grow
The summer sun, and winter cold
And I try always to show the love that is surviving
The love that is surviving
