I was braced For a gut-shot New Year's Eve A boat beyond the shipping lanes Trailing wakeless into spring That's when I met you on the street Yeah, think back before I even knew your name How cold it was to be a room without a flame By July All good things around me new The atlas lied My middle west became unglued Holy terror, little you Just think back before I even knew your name How cold it was to be a room without a flame When I feel brave you are the song that swells in my head But bruise the silence with your voice in case I forget To think back before I even knew your name How cold it was to be a room without a flame