Cold

A table sits as empty as the cupboards in a one room studio

A solitary flame atop a burner dances on the stove

The air shimmers in the cold

The ice forms on the window

Boots, soaked through to socks, soaked through to my feet

That stop to stand and knock on every shop door, up and down this street

The air shimmers in the cold

The ice forms on the window

I'll post a letter just as soon as the weather breaks or I find work

Tell your papa you'll be comin back to me, whichever happens first

A kiss blown through the glass falls with the snow

Bus lights fade down the road

The air shimmers in the cold

The ice forms on the window

The air shimmers in the cold

The ice forms on the window

A table sits as empty as the cupboards in a one room studio

A solitary flame atop a burner shivers on the stove