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