Well there's warning and regret
The setting back of clocks
Forgetting and nostalgia
And dusk at 4PM
There's detachment and resolve
The poignancy of winter
The skins we shed and ones we grow
There are scabs
There's forgiveness and relief
The illusion of indifference
A box of notes and keepsakes
I can't seem to discard
So come on down to my basement room
Let's page through this thesaurus
And find a better synonym for 'loss'
The setting back of clocks
Forgetting and nostalgia
And dusk at 4PM
There's detachment and resolve
The poignancy of winter
The skins we shed and ones we grow
There are scabs
There's forgiveness and relief
The illusion of indifference
A box of notes and keepsakes
I can't seem to discard
So come on down to my basement room
Let's page through this thesaurus
And find a better synonym for 'loss'