She has crosses in her garden
They cover secrets and nothing will grow
In the summer longing shadows
They slither slowly and one thing she knows
Winter will reveal all that we steal
She has clovers in her album
They cancel tragic pasts where no time moves
In her humming those soft pauses
They let her slowly point out and prove
Winter will reveal all that we steal
She thinks he's just watching the game
When he goes downstairs
He feels awful when she coughs
He needs to make many more crosses
She says in gestures more than words
Want me wherever it is you go
In the winter those short shadows
They wither slowly and one thing she knows
Winter will reveal all that we steal
Winter will reveal all that we steal