Nothingness is warm Countenance, disarmed I was trying not to hide myself But figured, what's the harm Like a vine that climbs through winter snow My love dies to regrow Toiling slowly, through the cold My love comes back to me Seventeen hours, I wake to find you But you were sound asleep I know I should have woke you then And told you everything My vines were longing for the sun A place beside the sea Take me away to a place up north We'll buy a little house with a porch Laying in the grass under the summer breeze Our children laughing in the yard But I'll look back to see And, still my heart, to find you laughing And standing next to me