Winter Blues 

I’ve only known your voice over the phone, but you say my name and I’m home
With a timber quite like a fire on a winter’s night, you keep me warm as long as you like.
But a flame can’t stay lit all night long and it’s a shame isn’t it?
‘Cause the way you talk
Is so listful and light
like snowflakes in flight,
funny I find respite
Over miles of telephone lines and wires
Maybe the cold has grown me old, or at least made me afraid of being young
Sometimes I dream I was born a pine tree, to be felt by you all year long
But I believe if I were graced by a heat such as yours I would melt to the floor at your touch
either way I’d like to stay and waste your time even if just to pretend you’re mine
Because a love such as this
Would be murdered by a kiss
I’d much rather exist at a distance
Than risk becoming a tool or a fool
Maybe I’m not ready
Maybe I think you deserve more
than what I have in store
Maybe it’s the time
Maybe it’s the chill down my spine
When you smile
I only show you what I want you to see if you,
if you really knew me I don’t think you’d love me
Because I’m not nearly,
as perfect as you are
I’d just give up from the start
So I hang up the phone
And open my eyes
to realize
I’m alone and have grown so cold