That Certain-Something Spring

That Certain-Something Spring - Orenda Fink

The old dog sleeps and sleeps these days

And we recall he used to play and play

Here we are left alone again

In rooms of silence we just join in

We join in

If you could return to that certain something spring

What decision would you amend then

Could you dream of them

Stop and ask the night

What it stole from you

Ask the night what it stole from you and

Can it be returned

Restless hearts do they come with youth or age

Now here we are just trying to fill a page

We're just trying to fill a page

Stop and ask the night

What it stole from you

Ask the night what it stole from you and

Can it be returned

Since you left the seasons come and go

Now pain is the only word I need to know

It's the only word