Here comes the frost that freezes every year Shutter windows hang the Advent calendar What are you doing on your own with frozen ears I know were changing like the trees in Montpelier You took a job that put you on the road For days weeks in motels sleepy TV glow With static filtering through pay phones in the snow It drowns your home by Christmases love you sos all our promises come so easy They fill distances til our next meeting But youre always off the phone Long before Id prefer to be I know that we should get some money saved Ive felt the kicking growing in me every day Oh well live fat happy when you get home you will say But Id eat beans if youd just stay all our promises are so fleeting When all I really want is you close to me But you were already out the door By the time that occurred to me
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