It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter slowly stumbled home. The air felt different and it started to show As every breath resembled smoke. I was short on opinions and I wanted to know If you'd still be here tomorrow. 'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter wrapped around Chicago. The T.V.'s on too much, And I don't ever think enough About the things that matter most, And what could make me old. And there's no argument For wasting time much better spent Complacently replacing a melody with smoke. I don't expect a smile when I get home. The blankets that I stole should keep you warm. I hope you never find to fill the hole. I'm futher from the source to feel the floor It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter slowly stumbled home. The air felt different and it started to show As every breath resembled smoke. I was short of opinions and I wanted to know If you'd still be here tomorrow. 'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter wrapped around Chicago. The T.V.'s on too much, And I don't ever think enough About the things that matter most, And what could make me old. And there's no argument For wasting time much better spent Complacently replacing a melody with smoke.
It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter slowly stumbled home. The air felt different and it started to show As every breath resembled smoke. I was short on opinions and I wanted to know If you'd still be here tomorrow. 'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter wrapped around Chicago. The T.V.'s on too much, And I don't ever think enough About the things that matter most, And what could make me old. And there's no argument For wasting time much better spent Complacently replacing a melody with smoke. I don't expect a smile when I get home. The blankets that I stole should keep you warm. I hope you never find to fill the hole. I'm futher from the source to feel the floor It was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter slowly stumbled home. The air felt different and it started to show As every breath resembled smoke. I was short of opinions and I wanted to know If you'd still be here tomorrow. 'cause it was cold in the kitchen and the lights were low As winter wrapped around Chicago. The T.V.'s on too much, And I don't ever think enough About the things that matter most, And what could make me old. And there's no argument For wasting time much better spent Complacently replacing a melody with smoke.
