Lyrics Things Mean a Lot (live in France) - Mark Kozelek

A descending climb
My feet can't make the hill
To the top where your house hides.
Tomorrow she comes,
The one who I've sworn and broke loyalty
To take your place in the bed next to me

You threaten to make me dead,
And none of this will matter or surface again.

Scares you to know that we won't be
Watching the same sun
Or brooding the same thoughts
In the same part of the world

Scares me how you get older,
How you forget about each other
Scares me how you get older,
How you forget about each other.

Things mean a lot at the time,
Don't mean nothing later
Things mean a lot at the time