Eighty Eight

Memories of winter are dragged in the hallway A trial of salt and the slag melting snow And she said, all my life I have loved you the same Watch where you're walking you're dragging that shit in again Memories of winter are still in the stairwell A slick of a step and a spill of a harsh word All my life I have loved you the same Mop up that water before the damn neighbors complain In a warm room like a hothouse that stifles The house sends up thin smoke The walls are too close in here Look out the window the air's clear for miles Gazing at open I can't hear for all the snow Memories of winter are blasted down alleys On winds of a hundred and ten She said to me,All my life I have loved you the same Please close the window you're letting the heat out again In a warm room like a hothouse that stifles (Hate sown, Eighty eight's shown) The house sends up thin smoke (Le dioppa so derone ri coda) The walls are too close in here Look out the window the air's clear for miles Gazing at open I can't hear for all the snow