Из альбома: Eight Arms Made This
I climbed a tree when I was nine
I hung above a perfect scene
Oh this perfect scene
The winter birds were flying home in a crooked V
My jacket ripped and I was bit by frozen teeth
Who ever said lovers can't be fighters?
I never said, never said.
Who ever said lovers can't be fighters
Never saw my face
When April came,
I finally climbed down from my branch
And said I've seen the coldest colds
And I'm ready to grow old without you.
I can do this alone.
Nature doesn't make mistakes
I can do this alone.
Nature doesn't make mistakes