If you won't care for me,the winds will change to northwest.
If won't miss me.I'll have to go bed alone.
I wrap the blanket into a roll,I imagine you are there.
After midnight is so hopeless,there's still a duvet stuffed with fluff in my bed.
If you want me no more,I am cold and well made of stone.
A yard without a sprinkler,that's what I am if I won't have you.
If you want me no more,I am the tree attacked by a bolt.
Burnt and stripped land,that's what I am if I won't have you.
If you don't get filled from me anymore,the weeks will go by.
If you don't wish to have me anymore,I have to dish alone.
I answer though you don't ask,I place clean dishes to drying closet,sub shelf.
The forenoon is dragging by,I have to walk the evening in a leash and put into sleep like an elder.
If you want me no more,I am cold and well made of stone.
A yard without a sprinkler,that's what I am if I won't have you.
If you want me no more,I am the tree attacked by a bolt.
Burnt and stripped land,that's what I am if I won't have you.
I need you,I need you when the field's mold is quiet.
I need you,I need you when clocks stop ticking
And the air swarming tight
If you want me no more,I am the yard without a sprinkler.
If you want me no more,I am the tree attacked by a bolt.
If you want me now more,I am cold and well made of stone.
A yard without a sprinkler,that's what I am if I won't have you.
That's what I am if I won't have you.
If you want me no more,I am the tree attacked by a bolt.
Burnt and stripped land,that's what I am if I won't have you.
If you want me no more,I am cold and well made of stone.
A yard without a sprinkler,that's what I am if I won't have you.