The Remains of the Year

Whatever you're dreaming of, I hope it's of hope, At the remains of the year, We'll turn a bend, And see an end to these icy slopes, With steep drop-offs, And fraying ropes, Ski-ing this slalom, Avoiding the pits and traps, Speeding towards whatever end, And hoping there is an end, To all of this, At last. Its at the remains of the year, I get a little sad, Feels like I haven't seen any sun, Through my frozen tears, Cheeks deathly to the cold, Every day is freezing, and brutal, And hard. But seeing you, my friends, And all the love that you send, Makes me wish it won't end. At last. Whatever you're feeling tonight, I feel it'll get better, At the remains of the year, There's always a chance. Forget about the old things, Let them decay, Bring out the music, That bring you joy, And dance. I'll be dancing with you, To all of this, As long as the music lasts. It's the remains of the year, The hourglass running out, The wine glass filling up, "I won't say when to stop", Because we never know when our time, Together, Will stop. So bring out the music, That brings you nothing, But joy, And dance, Until you cannot. I'll be dancing with you, To all of this, As long as the music lasts. I'll be dancing with you, To all of this, As long as the music lasts.