S H E L T E R

The days are short

the nights so long

the magic hour's already gone

tell me how it feels to be alone

the road is blue

the ice so strong

sheltering is no way to belong

how does it feel

if you should ever feel my love

that you want me to

I’ll stand by you

the nightingale has broken wing

the winter sky is closing in

in the middle of the road do you think of me

if you should ever feel my love

that you want me to

I’ll stand by you

 and touch your frozen cheek

and take a tiny peek into

the way we knew