Song Lyrics
and taste the winter of another life
No welcome deli there s no starbucks here, the long way round, you don t see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame
I believe it only rained round here in thirty years, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats First, i believe it only rained round here in thirty years
i just thought that i might be there on your
it s the first snow on brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming
When you wake you ll never see the spot that i was standing on, no welcome deli there s no starbucks here
and the first snow on brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it s gone, is it such a good idea that i am here again
And the first snow on brooklyn paints a christmas card upon the pavement, i believe it only rained round here in thirty years, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
And i could cut my cold breath with a knife, is it such a good idea that i am here again, a yellow cab from jfk
on your christmas night
thin wind stings my face pull collar up
You don t see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame, and taste the winter of another life Tull, cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites
i believe it only rained round here in thirty years
On your christmas night, when you wake you ll never see the spot that i was standing on, no welcome deli there s no starbucks here
And taste the winter of another life, no welcome deli there s no starbucks here
Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour, i could murder coffee in a grande cup
thin wind stings my face pull collar up
Who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour, i just thought that i might be there on your Snow, and taste the winter of another life
i could murder coffee in a grande cup
Who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour, some things are best forgotten some are better half-remembered
the long way round
i flew in on the evening plane
And last night, the long way round First, and the first snow on brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel
Some things are best forgotten some are better half-remembered, to place upon your pillow as the morning came
when you wake you ll never see the spot that i was standing on
On rocky memories and choking tears, and the first snow on brooklyn paints a christmas card upon the pavement
cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites
and i could cut my cold breath with a knife
Is it such a good idea that i am here again, on your christmas night Tull, thin wind stings my face pull collar up
a yellow cab from jfk