These are new holidays
We don't celebrate like we did
I still toss in my bed like a kid
It's a feeling that comes and stays
These are new family trees
They don't always respond how they should
Can be selfish and not always good
But they're the people I want to see
Weird decisions, which take me far
Situations, which fuck us up
Complications, which memory are we making now?
These are new get-aways
Time will hang in the air and go stale
And our memories might still get derailed
From the love that this presents (Presence) conveys
Weird traditions, which send us back
Conversations, which spin my head
Expectations, which memory are we making now?
Nothing's the same when we're apart
Not my hands or my clothes or my dreams or my heart
Find nothing's the same
These, our new families
I have for more love for you than you know
And I'm thinking, wherever I go
That when things are weird
And we stay away
Then you cut the phone
And I leave for the day
I'll be here
I'll be here
It's the people that come and stay
