Letra de Actually, I'm Just Wearing Your Glasses

I watched your cheeks flush, colored by an air from a calgary cold front
Your breath made ghosts spill into the night
And gather as if they might not disappear
I had heard a rumor you were moving back home!
But even if it was true, i did not expect to hear it from you so bluntly
So it hung in the air like a fever, or a slow moving front
And i would not find shelter here, so i braced myself
"out!" i cried, "out!
Are you running to or are you running from?
Or does it even matter if it won't change your mind?"
When you put you hand on mine
I knew