Amber Winter Blues
I take your coat of you, it's raining and dark outside. The wind has bitten your face and fingers, your skin is cold. Wrapped in a towel, you're lovely, I'm blushing...you can stay in my bed, I'll stay on the couch.
Amongst the glow of the fire, I told her how I hate the winter, it makes me feel so blue.
Artists will paint you, delightful, perfect to view. Your touch is warming me to feel more than a sketch. Trading our needs, you've never had this, a trinket box contains the special things.
Amongst the glow of the fire, I told her how I hate the winter, it makes me feel so blue.
They took my eyes, they took my soul, they killed my heart and tore out the mould, shivering and left to rot, broken teeth and no where to go. A mob of thieves ruined my home, tarred and feathered everyone, she woke me up and said it's just a dream, ""baby, it's just a dream, it's
okay".
Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003/4
Amongst the glow of the fire, I told her how I hate the winter, it makes me feel so blue.
Artists will paint you, delightful, perfect to view. Your touch is warming me to feel more than a sketch. Trading our needs, you've never had this, a trinket box contains the special things.
Amongst the glow of the fire, I told her how I hate the winter, it makes me feel so blue.
They took my eyes, they took my soul, they killed my heart and tore out the mould, shivering and left to rot, broken teeth and no where to go. A mob of thieves ruined my home, tarred and feathered everyone, she woke me up and said it's just a dream, ""baby, it's just a dream, it's
okay".
Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003/4
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