Warm in Winter Lyrics

Song	Warm in Winter
Artist	Josh Pyke
Album	The Beginning and the End of Everything
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	I had a dream
	Where you were both
	Queen and crisis
	And yellow birds sand
	And told me
	That you would be gone from me
	And I found my fear
	And fear became
	Something of an island
	To dwell upon
	In the breaking day
	And I would have run
	I would have stolen your car
	And driven it round and round
	And I would have gone
	And gilded your name to my door
	To mark out where you belong
	And I’d make you come
	Come to your senses
	And I’d be
	I’d be the one to warm you in winter
	Well I had a drum
	And I hit it with
	Beauty and abandon
	And I travelled your land
	To settle my score with the masses
	And you were my queen
	And to me you were the herald
	Of a gilded age
	To dwell in
	Upon the breaking day
	One for the mirror and one for the mind
	Our reflections are never the same
	In the morning or in the corner of your eye
	And your reflections will never be mine

	I had a dream
	Where you were both
	Queen and crisis
	And yellow birds sand
	And told me
	That you would be gone from me
	And I found my fear
	And fear became
	Something of an island
	To dwell upon
	In the breaking day
	And I would have run
	I would have stolen your car
	And driven it round and round
	And I would have gone
	And gilded your name to my door
	To mark out where you belong
	And I' d make you come
	Come to your senses
	And I' d be
	I' d be the one to warm you in winter
	Well I had a drum
	And I hit it with
	Beauty and abandon
	And I travelled your land
	To settle my score with the masses
	And you were my queen
	And to me you were the herald
	Of a gilded age
	To dwell in
	Upon the breaking day
	One for the mirror and one for the mind
	Our reflections are never the same
	In the morning or in the corner of your eye
	And your reflections will never be mine

	I had a dream
	Where you were both
	Queen and crisis
	And yellow birds sand
	And told me
	That you would be gone from me
	And I found my fear
	And fear became
	Something of an island
	To dwell upon
	In the breaking day
	And I would have run
	I would have stolen your car
	And driven it round and round
	And I would have gone
	And gilded your name to my door
	To mark out where you belong
	And I' d make you come
	Come to your senses
	And I' d be
	I' d be the one to warm you in winter
	Well I had a drum
	And I hit it with
	Beauty and abandon
	And I travelled your land
	To settle my score with the masses
	And you were my queen
	And to me you were the herald
	Of a gilded age
	To dwell in
	Upon the breaking day
	One for the mirror and one for the mind
	Our reflections are never the same
	In the morning or in the corner of your eye
	And your reflections will never be mine

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