Hands In Pockets Lyrics

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