Last year lied to me. July told me today would glitter. Blossoming promises - pink purple red... August (whispering) it's alright that you cry. Tears always shine before they can jewel.
Last year you lied to me. You said April would join us. Shed our old skins - the black the blame. Wishing and missing and it's good that we wait. Love always lies slightly ahead.
This year I lied to you. I said yesyes March will bring me. I will throw off London I pledge my allegiance. Comfort calls reassure sigh. Dearest, I'm in pain too. The truth sometimes hides until it's too late.
I was Tinkerbell I wanted to fly I would have could have gone. So I say now "Oh I'm sorry, I wish I had come."