When you let your hair down to your shoulder Call me a coward, but I'm not a fool The wind lets it loose and you let it blind you I may be lazy, but never untrue And with your gloves on above the causeway I deign to unveil you as you may desire Your hands full of packages, bound to deliver Your eyes of the coldest fire And you look at me blindly as I do As if to say that i have been wrong Well I'm only the sundial sitting I haven't moved all day or night long Maybe it's you that's been rootless and changing Always the first to call yourself ice When in fact underneath it's a basin The bottom deep out of sight