A Frosting in New England Lyrics

Loitering in parking lots

What was that sound?

Don't get caught

Taking up with ne'er-do-wells

Windows fogged

February

Meddling

Trespassing

Hear the call

Maybe listen

Simple ways

Better times

Know it's wrong, but I might lie

Will you call when you're home?

Will you love?

Will you loathe?

Little things that I want

Will you fight?

Will you face it all?

Pinwheels on the peppermints

Strange advice some old guy gives

Tasteless food and musty halls

You and I, eventually

Menacing medicine

Take the fall

No resisting

Routine days

Solemn lives

Know it's gone, but I won't cry

Will you call when you're home?

Will you love?

Will you loathe?

Little things that I want

Will you fight?

Will you fall?

If you find who you really are, will you laugh?

Will you groan?

Memories fading in and out

Will you stay?

Will you go?

When you walked along that peninsula

When you snuck into condominium

When you saw the town from the railroad tracks

From the wooded trails to the backdoor paths

From the graffiti in abandoned shacks

To the cigars near unmarked cul-de-sacs

When the sun goes down

When the cold sweeps in

When the icy flakes cover everything

Every afternoon like a big blank slate

Every evening you could do anything

When you rang doorbells with a swift retreat

When you watched bare branches from the backseat

When you got hunted by a man you faked

When the holidays were still worth having

In the cold

In the cold

It's no more

It's no more

Will you call when you're home?

Will you love?

Will you loathe?

Little things that I want

Will you fight?

Will you fall?

If you find who you really are, will you laugh?

Will you groan?

Little wings flapping up and down

Will you flail?

Will you grow?

Will you fail?

Will you glow?