i should know who i am by now, i walk the record stands somehow, thinking of winter. your name is the splinter inside me, while i wait. and i remember the sound of your november downtown, and i remember the truth, a warm december with you. but i don't have to make this mistake, and i don't have to stay this way. if only i would wake, the walk has all been cleared by now, your voice is all i hear somehow, calling out winter. your voice is the splinter inside me, while i wait. and i remember the sound of your november downtown, and i remember the truth, a warm december with you. but i don't have to make this mistake, and i don't have to stay this way, if only i would wake, i could have lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes, and i miss you still. i rememeber the sound of your november downtown and i remember the truth, a warm december with you, but i don't have to make this mistake and i don't have to stay this way, if only i would wake.