Season Built to Last

Verse 1

Monday wore a hollow face

I traced your name across the frost

Found a letter in the attic

Half a lifetime I had lost

The staircase groaned beneath my shoes

The way it always knew your weight

I kept your sweater in the drawer

I kept your pictures out of date

Pre-Chorus

And maybe I

Maybe I was never meant to leave

Maybe I just taught myself to breathe

Chorus

I'm still counting all the ways

I'm still keeping what you gave

I'm still folding up the nights

I'm still holding on the light

Verse 2

Thursday came and went in grey

I heard your voice inside the rain

Somewhere past the overpass

I think I lost your name again

The garden that we planted died

But something stubborn pushed on through

A vine that crawled the fence at night

The way I keep on crawling to you

Pre-Chorus

And maybe you

Maybe you were never really here

Maybe that's what made the leaving clear

Chorus

I'm still counting all the ways

I'm still keeping what you gave

I'm still folding up the nights

I'm still holding on the light

Bridge

Winter wrote your signature

Across the window glass

I read it slow and bitter cold

A season built to last

Chorus

I'm still counting all the ways

I'm still keeping what you gave

I'm still folding up the nights

I'm still holding on the light

Outro

Mm

I'm still

Mm

I'm still