Hands In Pockets

Up with the sunrise you'll be staring
 Out through the window of the day
 I'll be another waking shadow
 Cast on the covers of your bed
 Give me another waking moment
 Shine against the solemn grate
 Tell me the seasons is almost over
 I can wait
 So goes another winter slowy
 Hands in the pockets of my coat
 You'll be first to spin your story
 I'll be the last to let you go
 Tell me you always go before me
 Out along the solemn grate
 Tell me the season is almost over
 I can wait
 When in day light leaves you staring
 Out in another under tow
 I'll be tired conversation
 I'll be waiting, get home
 Tell me you always go before me
 Out along the solemn grate
 Tell me the season is almost over
 I can wait I can wait I can wait