You sit on a wooden ledge
Right on the wintery edge
White paint on a frozen wall
Watching the apple trees fall
Hold the heat in your clay skin
Let the heavy winter in
White snow on the orchard floor
You don't want a bolted door
Steam rises up in a line
Bitter and sharp like a pine
Iron gray clouds in the sky
Watching the daylight go by
Hold the heat in your clay skin
Let the heavy winter in
White snow on the orchard floor
You don't want a bolted door
Rough hands set you on the stone
Waiting out here all alone
Frost on the rim of your cup
Looking for something to sup
Hold the heat in your clay skin
Let the heavy winter in
White snow on the orchard floor
You don't want a bolted door
Black coffee turns into ice
Cold as a gambler's bad dice
Dusk turns the orchard to blue
Waiting for someone like you
Hold the heat in your clay skin
Let the heavy winter in
White snow on the orchard floor
You don't want a bolted door
Just a cup in the cold
Just a story untold
Ceramic cold!
