Coldest night of December
He bought the house a little Christmas tree
Put it on top of the fridge to make it feel taller
Brought joy to the world for me

He made some food for me while I lit the fire
It's easy started, not so easy kept going
I always falter at the crucial decision
Put more fuel on it or just leave while I'm gone


How long more
are we going
to leave it unsaid for another love, another bottle of wine
I've lost the ability to judge from the outside
these have become my only measures of time
Why are all the good men too old, taken or dead?
I let them all to bed
blacken my heart with a cigarette instead
I've lost the ability to judge from the outside
these have become my only measures of time
Why are all the good men too old, taken or dead?
I let them all to bed
blacken my heart with a cigarette instead
I've lost the ability to judge from the outside

We're all good men
Too old, taken or dead
I let him out to bed
Blacken my heart with a cigarette instead
I let him out to bed