Frostbite

The sun now rises at noon
And sets like it's in a hurry to come to the
Southern Hemisphere
Where it's warm and it's welcome this time of year

If I could see you again, I would burn into you
Embrace you like hot, leaping flames
You'll be my firewood, I'll scorch a mark
On your soft little frost-bitten face

Happy holidays my dear
Although you're nowhere near me
I'll sing to you a carol or two
Pretending you can hear me
My lonely little ghost
The ash-encrusted treetops
Have nothing on our love
Dead and gone and weary

Christmas Eve, you'll fall asleep and you won't pick up the phone
When you're in doubt I'll shake you out of the folds of my dirty coat
Like breadcrumbs and butterflies
Forever scared to call you mine
Butterflies, breadcrumbs, silver bells, and frostbite

Happy holidays my dear
Although you're nowhere near me
I'll sing to you a carol or two
Pretending you can hear me
My lonely little ghost
The ash-encrusted treetops
Have nothing on our love
Dead and gone and weary

I'm sorry I chased you away like a flock of city pigeons
Clumsily shaped into a poet and a man

Oh I can't feel my fingers
I can't feel my fingers
I'm trying to write but they're freezing up
Oh I can't feel my feet
Or my wavering hands
They crumple like paper
When I stand up

Happy holidays my dear
Although you're nowhere near me
I'll sing to you a carol or two
Pretending you can hear me
My lonely little ghost
The ash-encrusted treetops
Have nothing on our love
Dead and gone and weary

The wind is howling
And I'm writing
And I can't get enough of the cold
And I'm up til early morning
When the starry sky gets bored
And the wind blows in, uninvited
Through a crack beneath the door
I could never want anything more