Let's Talk About the Winter

Let’s talk about the winter that I saw you

It was there amongst the foliage in the trees

And you tell me what is wrong with all my follies

With two pitchforks and the end of a kitchen knife

And I know it’s better off that I don’t call you

But I can’t help, I can’t help,

it’s brought me to my knees

And I call you

 

If my words had never faltered

And if my weight was to the moon

I’d listen for your voice less spoken

And wait for you to come back home

 

If my words had never faltered

And if my weight was to the moon

I’d listen for your voice less spoken

And wait for you to come back home