[Verse 1] The snow built up around the smokehouse And the sun shone on the snow And the suns rays were blistering against my eyes The long night was well on its way So I made good use of what was left of the daylight Walking out toward the main street And coming back home again Sleeping, I sang a short song about you And I knew every word of that song was true Well, almost every word [Verse 2] Ice froze the green stems of the daffodils Ice formed carrots on my window sill I was blistering, blazing away And it had always been my tendency to let things slide But I went to the window with my eyes open wide And you were taking on perspective Coming toward the door You want some more Ive got some more for you Ive got just what youre looking for
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