Far from myself and much further from him
The sun is swept south and the snowfall begins
Memory like vines going over my head, dire days turning dreary and dead
Little lord love, what took you so long?
I've been throwing up refrains to put in a love song, but
Nothing I write's ever good or right or true, but still I'm trying for you
Cause we've had springs, pretty things, burning red
Now I've got winter, time to splinter instead
Ooooh I said I've made many a friend, And I've had many a man
Asleep in my bed, on my shoulder, and I'm getting older
Cold little light to starve out the green
There's blue in my mind, how long has it been?
The skies that once warmed me turned granite and grey
As the shadow of light becomes day
Cause we've had springs, pretty things, burning red
Now I've got winter, time to splinter instead
Ooooh I said I've made many a friend, and I've got many a man
Asleep in my bed, on my shoulder, and I'm getting older
Spring is coming let it in, spring is coming soon
Spring is coming let it in, spring is coming soon
And now I'm far from myself and much further from him
The sun is swept south and the snow is falling
Memory like vines growing over my head
Little pillow, put some rest in my bed
Mmm