We've been singing songs out of Winter,
out of season and out of tune.
The bang bang of air on ear drum is undeniable
when the air we're talking about gets
condensation thick.
I have something for you
in the drawer of the coffee table.
It's all relevant, you know.
Is what I'm telling myself.
Biding time before I have to walk you out
of my home. Biding time
before I have to and I
have nothing on the hilltops, besides.
