where we stuck together is where we tear apart as we split the plural into parts freezing our fever in terms of letting go no footprints in the snow since we kiss like eskimos our sentences have letters but they lack a single word what got our alphabet disturbed? we leave what's left unsaid, it's better left unknown pauses on the phone we failed in keeping clouds from our sun tiptoeing surfaces run down escape from the safe and sound the habit's taken place and spoiled the length of love look what has become of our never ending song pain doesn't hurt, pain doesn't hurt way past the beginning of the end let it snow upon our serenade