To the Winter - Brett Anderson

Called you on your private number

Left a message on your mobile phone

Even tried the operator

When I call, no one’s home

Trying just so hard to reach you

Try to keep this thing alive

You are the woman I need to speak to

Didn’t you know there’s a monster inside

If you’re gonna carry on then deep inside

I’ll give my heart to the winter

If you leave I’ll take this blade to carve your name into my ugliness

So I went and sat in the Crystal Palace

By the plastic dinosaurs

In my pocket was a piece of paper

And the writing look like yours

Starting picking thru' our conversations

Kicking thru' the rotten leaves

Never realize the implication

Didn’t you know there’s a monster in me

If you’re gonna carry on then deep inside

I’ll give my heart to the winter

If you leave I’ll take this blade to carve your name into my ugliness

Summer’s gone and there’s no sun what have I done

I lost my love to the winter

Now my heart is cold and dark what have I done I’ve given our love away