Winter Home

[taratemima]

I thought I'd like a nice quiet house,
I thought I'd like time alone.
But with an uncertain future
and a cold present,
I need to hear your voice.
I want to know if I still exist.

The year is dying
and I am not sure whether to stay or go.
You haven't said a word
and I am just wondering.

And my hands are cold
and I'm wondering where you are
and if I am stuck out here
stuck alone.