Don't Say You Love - Aaron Thompson

The sun it was setting

The war it was ending

With one final blazing beam

We stood alone

On the path to the water

Under a lonely juniper tree

Gone are the old birds

Their children are finding their wings

I’ll miss you, my love

But I hope that you find what you seek

Don’t say you love me

Before you leave

I wouldn’t worry, no

All of our words have been buried

Centuries deep

When you’re alone

And New York is bleeding you senseless

Just hold on to this memory

There’s no use in painting a smile

That’s already blue

When these fields have grown old

It’s the harvest that’ll make you feel new

Don’t say you love me

If it ain’t true