winter wind and finger tips

my shoes kick the dust, they talk with the street...
as alone today as yesterday...the winter landscape, as dead as i feel...
as grey today as my worlds ever been...
once so much beauty in things unseen...

broken bottles on the dry cracked street...
winter wind kills, the world is turning brown...
broken hearts on dusty shelves...
the past kills, the heart is turning cold...

walk down the street, i don't look up...
your pamphlet hits my fingers...
the first human touch i've felt in days...
i didn't see you... but your fingers left their mark...
i wont be the one to save the old library with you...
but once you were the one to save me...
or at least i thought you were...
i knew it was you...
i didnt have to see your face...
you always wanted to be the one who saved the human race...

the dusty dead city, cold and alone...
the lights tonight are surreal and detached...
untouched by life untouched by reality...
make my escape in them now...
felt fear from something i couldn't define...
walk these disterted sidewalks...
talk to these deserted faces...
with no soul in their eyes...
and no touch of mine would bring them back...
and no love of mine would bring them back...

recalling now my summer days...
when all i thought about was you...
but winter walks me home alone...
and finds you in a warmer bed...
while your still floating through my head...
shes beautiful i've heard...
shes what you've always wanted said another...
you were beatuful you know...
i was what you'd always wanted once... no more...
numb now i am breaking in the winter winds....
and alone i walk tonight...
my shoes talk to the pavement...
they say shes a lonely girl... shes such a lonely soul...
and the pavement feels the weight of my heart and knows its true...