I'm woozy from this
Night-time rain
Wind in wells
Pelting off my window
Far off it
Far from it
Take the cold away
Push the sun away
I'm sick
Not dressed for the occasion
Winter wear
Damp socks and sharp breath
Woolen hats
Over our heads
And my pockets are wet
I'm tired
Outside our clothes
Marbles and pillows
In our beds
Closed visions
The body of the tea
This carpet is red
My hands are blue
The snow and the sled
I fall into my slumber
I cant ask for any less