This winter felt like a shelter thanks to the time we spent together Cops proudly marching around but purpose is still to be found Day long conversations about our recent revelations I'd love to hear what you read, wait for me I'm still in my bed Third weekend at our place, I'm losing track of time and space I guess I could stay forever, I'd just love to get old here together The bell keeps ringing all night: "Welcome, third floor, second door!" Just bring anyone my friend I got a phone call from pa, he always calls me from the car He tells me he's doing fine, I hope there's nothing to read between the lines I guess that he's been better, but with mom they are still together And that's become quite rare... And I need some touch, no longer shy to ask But nobody seems to care So I lay down right in my bed, tangled up in double blankets To feel something between my arms And I whisper til later my friend...