From where you're perched, you can see the world Well, so can I from these snow-socked streets. Slide across a frozen sidewalk, meet me up for a drink.
I'm epilogue and yellowed, when you're fresh off the press. Winters never end, though the temperatures rise So buy in, I'll buckle up. Shake me down to my guts. Ya know, we struck out looking our last time up But the price is right And it's no lie: I ******' love the way you smile where you tighten your eyes.
I'll take a dive and catch you when you fall from the sky if you'll forgive the way I squint into the Springtime sunrise.