I've got a fever and a childish wish for snow.
Seems like a long, long time
Since I spun you to this borrowed radio.
You pick a place that's where I'll be.
Time like your cheek has turned for me.
Someday the waves will stop.
Every aching old machine will feel no pain.
Someday we both will walk
Where a baby made tomorrow is again.
Waking before you,
I'm like the lord who sees his love, though we don't know.
Seems like a long, long time
Since I've been above you, seen and loved you so.
You pick a place that's where I'll be.
Time like your cheek has turned for me.
-Iron & Wine-
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