Winter City Ghosts
Now
She wanted to go out late at night to see
The outskirts of the city
On the city walls above here late one night
Through the snowstorms in the distance
We could see the way the world curved
And the bonfire glow of lights from other towns
The snowfall, it came sooner than
Anyone could've predicted
And I pulled your hand inside my jacket sleeve
And in the other hand I held
The tiny pine cone in my pocket
Which was closed up like a shellfish in my hand
I'm not fooling you
I don't know anyone in this city
And I don't know you, you don't really know me
But I wanted you to stay here
More than anyone could've predicted
As I held your hand inside my jacket sleeve
And the soft shoes of the tourists
Made the whole place jump with static
From the starlit ballrooms not too far from here
The lights on in tall buildings
They were blinking in the distance
Like a Morse code signal from the wind and trees
She wanted to go out late at night to see
The outskirts of the city
On the city walls above here late one night
Through the snowstorms all around us
We could see the way the world curved
And the bonfire glow of lights from other towns
And I wanted you to stay here
More than anyone could've predicted
As I pulled your hand inside my jacket sleeve
In the other hand I held
The tiny pine cone in my pocket
Which was closed up like a shellfish in my hand
She wanted to go out late at night to see
The outskirts of the city
On the city walls above here late one night
Through the snowstorms in the distance
We could see the way the world curved
And the bonfire glow of lights from other towns
The snowfall, it came sooner than
Anyone could've predicted
And I pulled your hand inside my jacket sleeve
And in the other hand I held
The tiny pine cone in my pocket
Which was closed up like a shellfish in my hand
I'm not fooling you
I don't know anyone in this city
And I don't know you, you don't really know me
But I wanted you to stay here
More than anyone could've predicted
As I held your hand inside my jacket sleeve
And the soft shoes of the tourists
Made the whole place jump with static
From the starlit ballrooms not too far from here
The lights on in tall buildings
They were blinking in the distance
Like a Morse code signal from the wind and trees
She wanted to go out late at night to see
The outskirts of the city
On the city walls above here late one night
Through the snowstorms all around us
We could see the way the world curved
And the bonfire glow of lights from other towns
And I wanted you to stay here
More than anyone could've predicted
As I pulled your hand inside my jacket sleeve
In the other hand I held
The tiny pine cone in my pocket
Which was closed up like a shellfish in my hand
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Nicholas Taylor
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