Letras
There is a gulf that I have opened
Into which all your trust in me fell
For every crime that I'm blamed for
Every weakness in my bones
Every death among these children
Every day that I'm alone
I bring to you no autumn joy
The wind it whistles merrily
The leaves are crisp and brown and dry
Oh winter, winter won't you come on me
I'm not so fond of talking
When I left town it was in the storm of an argument
I was a glass-eyed boy
And I had cracked the glaze on my doll of china
Amazingly the integrity remained intact
The doll still stands but somehow much finer
What I know about this feeling
I knew before I met you
It's simply that our meeting
Has proven all of this to be true
What I know about this feeling
I knew before I met you
It's simply that our meeting
Has proven all of this to be true
What I know about this feeling
I knew before I met you
It's simply that our meeting
Has proven all of this to be true