Of the want, to just be with you
How alone am I, while sitting alone in this room
Maybe I could laugh a little at my long and pouted mouth
It is winter now, I must prepare for all I cannot bear
My hands like little clams, so moist and cold
So at peace am I, while driving across the water's folds
Finding sadness, of the want to just tell you the truth
Tears glistening and 'round, along the turned down corners of my mouth