I can see where you're coming from By the swing of your hips But you can never see what I'm saying Sometimes it seems like my lips Are invisible
Look what you've done Can't you see what I've made? I've turned this old sweater inside-out Settled on this bed that I've made It fits just right in times like these
With the winter wind gushing And snowflakes fluttering The air feels a little warmer When your heart and my stuttering Are sent colliding