Change Of Tongue

I wish we could go back to the days
when everything was warm.
I was speaking differently,
when we sat under the storm
watching the stars as they fell at our feet
in the spot that you picked out.

These days its like a hurricane
the winds aren't dying down.
I look up to the sky to see
the stars aren't falling to the ground.
Forever is a word just as silence is a threat
In the spot that you picked out.

These days, well I don't talk so loud
my mind is like a train,
I'm just speaking differently
and it puts my soul to shame.
I cant remember when I last sat warm
in the spot that you picked out.