Promise-Ben Howard
And meet me there, with bundles of flowers,
We'll wade through the hours of cold
Winter she'll howl at the walls,
Tearing down doors of time.
Shelter as we go...
And promise me this:
You'll wait for me only,
Scared of the lonely arms.
SThat surface, far below these birds.
And maybe, just maybe I'll come home
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I,
To tell you stories of mine
Who am I?
Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I
To be your burden in time, lonely
Who am I, to you?
Who am I, darling for you?
Who am I
To be your burden
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
I come alone here
I come alone here