Six Hundred Days

It's getting late, but just a little bit
Maybe in time I'll know, but not today
Sweet saccharine, hides a vice
Here I go adding some sour, to my nice
I see a bright light, but this is not the end
I find the right clues, but no answers
The last song, played clean
But no sad coda, just the in-between

Here we are, once again
Face to face
To say goodbye, and bury those
Six hundred days

It's a brand new day, but not quite
Some things have changed, some haven't
New beginnings, a whole new face
Here I go making, a little more space

Here we are, once again
Face to face
To say goodbye, and bury those
Six hundred days