Aaron Thompson Don't Say You Love
The sun it was setting
The war it was ending
With one final blazing beam
We stood alone
On the path to the water
Under a lonely juniper tree
Gone are the old birds,
Their children are finding their wings
I'll miss you, my love,
But I hope that you find what you seek
Don't say you love me
Before you leave.
I wouldn't worry, no,
All of our words have been buried
Centuries deep
When you're alone
And New York is bleeding you senseless
Just hold on to this memory
There's no use in painting a smile
That's already blue
When these fields have grown old,
It's the harvest that'll make you feel new
Don't say you love me
If it ain't true.
