Lyrics
Fresh snow standing deep on the telephone wire.
If you call me, speak softly.
Nightmare I awaken from, grateful to find
that it’s not mine, no it’s not mine.
Like a fist the toad knocks on a road made of dirt
cause’ he wants in, yeah he wants in.
Slowly row down blue river.
Lifting stones with my toes.
It can’t go on like this forever.
Up I won’t grow.
Up I won’t grow.
Crow comes from a broken home, she is so loud
because no one, ever listens.
Little bird taking refuge, in the toe of my shoe.
Have i been gone, baby that long?