Fly on By (iii)

but winter’s cold on your call
wind that is bound to break us all
the snow is soft but it’s cold
it doesn’t warm me at all
something’s wrong
i can feel the air move around the corner
and slide in through the cracks in the windows
i think your phone is out of order
or maybe i’m on the wrong line
don’t want to spend time with the coroner
living hard on the wrong dime
something’s wrong
i can feel the air move around the corner
and slide in through the cracks in the windows