Lying out beside myself
Sixty-five, December twelfth
I keep you warm

A smell of rain, the ghost of spring
A skip in time, an offering
For you I sing

Is spring in winter
Is fear in fall
You were never mine
Hellbent with a curious mind
Hold on
I keep you warm

They blink their eyes, they bare their arms
Reintroduce their skin to sun
And I am mine

And all the birds have ventured out
To bow their heads and kiss the ground
Their feathered down

It's spring in winter
It's fear in fall
It was never mine
Only the stones of the truest are gone
Fall, now winter
I'm not in love