Текст песни 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