Warm in Winter

I had a dream

Where you were both

Queen and crisis

And yellow birds sang

And warned me

That you would be gone from me

And I found my fear

And fear became

Something of an island

To dwell upon

In the breaking day

So I would have run

And I would have stolen your car

And driven it round and round

And I would have gone

And gilded your name to my door

To mark out where you belong

And I'd make you come

Come to your senses

And I'd be

I'd be the one to warm you in winter

Well I had a drum

And I hit it with

Beauty and abandon

And I travelled your land

To settle my score with the masses

And you were my queen

And to me you were the herald

Of a gilded age

To dwell in

Upon the breaking day

And I would have run

And I would have stolen your car

And driven it round and round

And I would have gone

And gilded your name to my door

To mark out where you belong

And I'd make you come

Come to your senses

And I'd be

I'd be the one to warm you in winter

One for the mirror and one for the mind

Our reflections are never the same

In the morning or in the corner of your eye

And your reflections will never be mine

So I would have run

And I would have stolen your car

And driven it round and round

And I would have gone

And gilded your name to my door

To mark out where you belong

And I'd make you come

Come to your senses

And I'd be the one to warm you in winter

And I'd make you come

Come to your senses

And I'd be

I'd be the one to warm you in winter

I'd be the one to warm you in winter