Tomorrow's Portraits For The Coming Winter Lyrics

The way that I postured all the joy
Seemed to fit in a place with the mentioned stories
Countless times forgotten that I smiled
I know I'll know you Kyle for a while
And tomorrow we'll be whispering about the portraits of liberties
They best not seem so rare
No one said he should've been a judge
The characters will always find an answer of their kind
And tell me not of all your sour traits
I long to hear about your pleasant states