To The Winter (Brett Anderson)

Called you on your private number Left a message on your mobile phone Even tried the operator When I call, no one's home Trying just so hard to reach you Try to keep this thing alive You are the woman I need to speak to Didn't you know there's a monster inside If you're gonna carry on then deep inside I'll give my heart to the winter If you leave I'll take this blade to carve your name into my ugliness So I went and sat in the Crystal Palace By the plastic dinosaurs In my pocket was a piece of paper And the writing look like yours Starting picking thru' our conversations Kicking thru' the rotten leaves Never realize the implication Didn't you know there's a monster in me If you're gonna carry on then deep inside I'll give my heart to the winter If you leave I'll take this blade to carve your name into my ugliness Summer's gone and there's no sun what have I done I lost my love to the winter Now my heart is cold and dark what have I done I've given our love away