It's just a little bit quiet And the air is sweet and
so cold and now it's just getting started running straight
to my head Drown in here shuffles of dry ing straw
that's got my full attention it goes to work heading
straight to my head when I did you wrong and all those
words not quite light as lead It's right up front and
fed All my mistakes sleep on the sun three little birds
made straight for my head but the window was closed
and shutting down tight but you stayed sweet to the
end and straight through the end had all those words
not quite light as lead and broke down instead and
wild and red not quite light as lead running straight
to the end It's right up front and fed