Firelight, the candle disputes the night
and I'm sitting on a cold floor
staring at the ceiling
counting raindrops on a winter's night
I write, and now I realize
I keep going over old times
rehearsing all my best lines
for when I see you again next time
But you're there, wind dancing in your hair
window shopping in the city
walking down the sidewalk
sprinkling your magic everywhere
And you stand, there in your fence of friends
safe where I can't touch you
I know I'm not supposed to touch you
but I'm wanting to again
And the winter she unfolds her wings
all around me
And the winter she is calling me
and I surrender
Streetlights, I'm walking home tonight
I think of all the words unspoken
and I'd really like to call you
but I won't bother you tonight
And I'd have no right
for I know you have other men
and you've taken them as lovers
then turned them into brothers
but I'm refusing to pretend
And you lie, all on your own tonight
and you don't know I can see you
but I swear that I can see you
and I know what's on your mind
And the winter she unfolds her wings
all around me
And the winter she is calling me
and I surrender
Firelight, the candle disputes the night
I'm sitting on a cold floor
staring at the ceiling
counting raindrops on a winter's night
goodnight
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth