So put the kettle on, you know it's time to. It's December, this is Canada, it might be all that keeps us alive.
I ask if we might go walking in the fields before the night. Your earl grey eyes in the lavender light, they make me wonder... If we'll ever live closer than an ocean to each other. You just smile and say "we might."
Dawn wakes us through the windows of this big house. You say so much with just your eye brows. Everything is cold, everything is free now.
So if I had to choose a place, the day they run out of fuel and have to ground the planes. You know that I would choose right here, in this big old house, with you.
