Matt Morrell - February Skies Lyrics

Snow is high at my window
Icicles hang at my door
The wind howls against the sides of my house
Like waves crash on the shore

I haven't left my room in a few days
I feel numb to the movement of time
The streets are filled with sleds on hills
And snow-laced Virginia pines

I know it's cold but it'll do
You don't have to close your eyes
And I hold on to you
Under February skies
Under February skies

I can't say I'm much of a gambler
But I know how to throw the die
If she sticks around, I guess I'll put em all down
And see where my money lies

She is a stone in a old creek bed
Bleached by the constant light
She wears monogrammed robes and iron creased clothes
And she talks in her sleep every night