Love, you get weary when you think of the winter cold
Press your head against my window
And you curse the end of fall
Oh, those records you loved as a kid
You always listen back to them
And you're reminded why you did
Noise that faded to a ringing in my ear
I hope that you can learn to trust me
I hope that I can be sincere
And all you hold dearly, you hold with shaking hands
You always sing your praises in a voice that you can't stand
And I hold back so I will feel your influence
But I just have to ask if you too hate these distances
But every passing town I see
I can't help but hear you talk to me
And I hold back so I won't feel at all
So I won't feel at all
Your influence at all
Love, you get weary when you think of the winter cold
You press your head against my window
And you curse the end of fall