Cold, Cold Wind Lyrics

Layin' in the bed and our forms de-bossed

Of our limbs across

And the window broke

By a wheel spoke

Revealing the Cold, Cold Wind

Her eyes are browner than guayacan

Brighter than her jeweled bands

And stormier than the Cold, Cold Wind

Laying outside before Christmas

With the tree mist

Silver gazebo

Shivering slow

Knowing the Cold, Cold Wind

Poor kitchen-work

Where the plates air-fry

And the food air-dries

Shakey dance

Wine in old soup cans

Moving with the Cold, Cold Wind

There's a river on Mississippi

And I can see her so clean

The dirt is her eyes, the flow is her shape

The water's her love, I've never been so clean

And her breath is the Cold, Cold Wind

So would you wait a thousand centuries?

To go and form memories?

Facing the lips of time

And what she desire

And her Cold, Cold Wind