On the morning of A day I should love And the start of the Spring Now my day was snowed in So I rushed you off the phone How should I have known It's the last I'll hear your voice Telling me goodbye Pulling a blanket up to cover everyone All shut out, I was wrapped up in myself And my guilt Now I'm not holding on, but I can't let go Wish my guilt could sit up on a shelf, by itself While I'll rush you off the phone How would I have known It's the last I'll hear your voice Telling me goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Never say goodbye I never should have let you down How am I going to let this go Oh no