I walked through the door with you the air was cold but something 'bout it felt like home somehow and i left my scarf there at your sister's house and you've still got it in your droor even now oh your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze we're singing in the car getting lost upstate autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and i can picture it after all these days and i know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more and i might be okay but i'm not fine at all oh oh oh