All Saints

It's getting colder  
And we grow older  
"These times are changing"  
Or so I told her

But cliche acts are simle finds  
Lost to some between the lines  
Too much has fallen through the cracks  
Too many lights, too many tacks

We've fallen further than we know  
Reaching up out from this low  
"We are choking on all the foam"  
So hold on tight till December comes home

Clinging cliches need stronger ties  
They're crawling with us under lies

"You must hold tight"  
"You must move on"  
"You must recite them on the lawn"

Your choices number oh so many  
One for every copper penny

Try to invite them  
"You must reunite them"  
Bring them back into your home  
Invite them back into your home

Stow them in the warmth you feel  
Feed them actions, so surreal  
Try to keep them close to heart  
While the families do their part

So capture it and reinvent  
The day on which your mind has spent  
Those countless hours wasting time  
Preparing ghosts you hope to find  
And leave the tracers up to me  
I will find them, you can leave  
I'll set the standard for this mood  
And keep it fresher than the food

Make me wait or make me smile  
Leave me alone for a little while  
I need a hope, I need a reason  
To fix this house up for the season  
To try and clean up all the treason  
Preparing for the coming season

And with these preparations made  
It's no surprise I have not shaved  
My mind was fixed and so were we  
So fixed on what we couldn't be

But now I hardly worry at all  
It doesn't seem that long since fall  
The cold air calls from the unknown  
I'll pick up the phone when Christmas is home  
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