Zooey

We would all go to sing
Yeah, we'd gather 'round
The old town church
To hear those bells ring
I'll never forget those days
When I was worthy of your love

And I promise I
Won't make a sound
'Cause I figure you
No longer want me around
And I know that the days will pass
And soon, we'll be rid of these
Things

So let soft words be spoken
Join in these winter hymns