Coming out of the house
And having my breath swept out of me
What do you want?
What weather changes more than the greens
of something moving, untamed
In the airy mist that my breath makes
When I don't know what to say
And having my breath swept out of me
What do you want?
What weather changes more than the greens
of something moving, untamed
In the airy mist that my breath makes
When I don't know what to say