Terrible Man - Wintersleep

A terrible man, a desperate

attempt to make amends

wrote a song for a girl or

could not but just imagined,

about something he read

once, about static and

distance, but he just simply

could not without feeling

terribly vain and incredibly

distant, about recent

encounters, about love and

affliction, ziplocks and plastic

containers, the gentleness

of her kisses,

about the possible cancer

that has manifested in

the mirror far right of his

forehead, about a world that

could never be kind, never

be kind, never be kind, never

be kind, about the taste of

tree sap, about growing old,

about his fear of the cold and

the darkness at age 27 and

how foolish does that make

him, bundled up in the cold,

afraid of the dark at age 27,

a song for a girl, he knew

he’d never quite finish, in the

drunk breath of Autumn, in

all its glory and strangeness,

we can hide, we can hide,

we can hide, we can hide,

you are mine, you are mine,

you are mine, you are mine.