You were about to say something for me then But I could sense it in the way you looked at me You may have meant it as a kindness It's easier if you say it clearly Like snow, it piles up beautifully in white at first When the seasons change, it melts and disappears Everybody knows that, but you can't fight the flow of time and feelings Not wanting to be convinced is spinning around Melt snow Feel that flow It's Friday night Life is a tightrope Grab Nightscope Future is bright But,I know And then I'll get amnesia again