I could be your desert baby Barefoot in the bathroom I could try and make you breakfast So that you feel better The weather Never changes when i want It's been so many months The feeling like we're both wanting to pop Only when i'm in the street I'm running to get home So i can wait for you to call Seven at my door I feel alarmed When i'm with you When i kiss you I feel part of myself slowly slip away Snow falls But it doesn't settle How long until the end of winter? The end of forever? I want to feel again. Lorna wrote me a sweet letter Asking how i was I said i'm working hard and i am Drinking lots of coffee But you're so heavy I didn't tell him what you did I feel just like a kid Can't tell the things apart from what they've been. Maybe just because it's cold We feel we're getting old Is nineteen years too long to be alive?