Better Than Ezra

On a Tuesday in December,
When you walked out I remember.
You were smiling as you turned around,
In the hallway, you lingered in the doorway.
And still the words you said to me, make me think of how we used to be.
Hand to my heart, I want to be the one who always learned.
She said, You're just like the sun.
I get so burned when you are close to me.
In the back room of a mansion,
You are planning your deception.
Always calling, never phoning.
I'm a victim of another's war.
And still the words you said to me,
Come ringing in your silent symphony.