DESCRIPTION:
An oldie that never made it onto the album that I'm revisiting alone and with Lantern Quartet.
LYRICS:
The night you called me on the telephone
Was strange to hear your voice so far from home
I could not understand, your words were breaking up,
Is something wrong with the line or wrong with us?

Letters you wrote me simply made no sense,
Every scene unfolding like an accident,
Get a grip, honey! Or simply learn to let go.
Is something wrong? Well, there seems no way to know for sure.

Another night alone in a bed so cold
That I'm frost-bitten, shaking and condemned to fold
Beneath the onslaught of this icy winter blast,
Day-dreaming about the warmth of summers past.

Out in the cold is where
The errors of the night all lay in wait,
Beneath a window carved in stone,
Overgrown and in decay.
The panes are cracked and I can't see in,
The smooth, chill stone against my skin
Carves me into pieces.