Don't Decide

Calm, calm, calm down,
Your hands are cold.
I told you so,
Told you so.
I told you,
«Keep your eyes inside.
Your eyes are cold.»
I heard you cried on your way home.
Half-truths half-told to me,
While you were churning up the sea.
No thoughts at all;
Busy living life with dignity.
«Don't choose.
No, don’t decide.
It’ll work itself out
And I’ll be here at your side.»
All right, I’m done,
The night is gone.
I’m going home,
I’m going home,
Hoping that nothing will remind me
Of that Friday when you got me on the phone.
You tried to tell it to me,
Full of ambiguity,
With words I play,
When all you had to say is…
«Don't choose.
No, don’t decide.
It’ll work itself out
And I’ll be here,
I’ll be here.»