Violins - No Talent for the Infinite lyrics

Almost falling For the symptoms of the afterglow Almost falling Always waiting For the triumph of the ever slow Weight of wisdom No direction For the tangle of discovery Or connection Light in leather Free and easy like an antelope Cantilevered Winter's tapping On the windows of your Celica Winter happened Winter's typing Up proposals for the coming year Winter's happy Summer's waiting For the moment when you need it most Keep it handy Lover, darling I'm in tatters since you set me free Oh, save me, save me Save yourself But leave me here I'm already gone I can't help But disappear There's no sense in holding on