Feist’s The Park

Two sides of a lovely coin

Why would he come back through the park
You thought that you saw him, but no you did not
It’s not him coming across the sea to surprise you
Not him who would know where in London to find you

Sadness so real that it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from a cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past

The past
There’s hope to have
In the past

Why would he come back through the park
You thought that you saw him, but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you from knowing truth

Why would he think, the boy could become
The man who could make you sure he was the one
The one
My one
My one

The original

And the Bon Iver cover

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