| Song | Soon It Will Be Cold Enough to Build Fires |
| Artist | Emancipator |
| Album | Soon It Will Be Cold Enough |
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| And then I think I heard her say… | |
| And then I think I heard her say… | |
| And then I think I heard her say… | |
| And then I think I heard her say… | |
| And then I think I heard her say… | |
| That she wants to get away | |
| From the people and the cold weather | |
| So I told her to pick a day | |
| She said “We can leave now” so it seemed like give or take. | |
| Instigating that I would see how to liberate | |
| I just wanna put our hands close and the little things | |
| Watching all the snow fall staring at the window pane. | |
| But I don’t wanna go far from the mountain. | |
| Now she’s thinking to herself I’m gonna go without him. | |
| The door is left open and her voice won’t reverberate | |
| Can’t even remember the laaaast time that I heard her say | |
| And I think she used to say… | |
| And I think she used to say… | |
| And I think she used to say… | |
| That she wants to get away | |
| From the people and the cold weather | |
| But I never appreciated | |
| What she did for me. | |
| Though I knew she couldn’t stay | |
| Should’ve met her at the train | |
| Now I never hear her say | |
| Now I never hear her say… | |
| No I never her say | |
| That she’s gonna miss the world. | |
| Now I understand why she can’t be heard | |
| Cause I miss the girl. | |
| And I miss her words. | |
| My vision’s blurred, and I know it’s absurd | |
| How I miss the girl | |
| I should’ve made the effort to tell her | |
| That I would write a letter | |
| Regretting that I never followed beside her | |
| Or swallowed my pride till it burns | |
| And now it hurts deep inside | |
| Till I hear her cry | |
| And I hope to hear her cry… | |
| And I hope to hear her cry… | |
| When she will walk through that door | |
| I will talk to the girl, but I think I would refer | |
| To the fact | |
| that instead of leaving I thought she’d prefer love | |
| But I gotta letter from a place I’ve never heard of. | |
| Tracing all the words with my finger gone numb | |
| From the icy wind that keeps beating on the drums | |
| Says she’s never coming back and that I will admire | |
| But soon it will be could enough to build another fire. |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| That she wants to get away | |
| From the people and the cold weather | |
| So I told her to pick a day | |
| She said " We can leave now" so it seemed like give or take. | |
| Instigating that I would see how to liberate | |
| I just wanna put our hands close and the little things | |
| Watching all the snow fall staring at the window pane. | |
| But I don' t wanna go far from the mountain. | |
| Now she' s thinking to herself I' m gonna go without him. | |
| The door is left open and her voice won' t reverberate | |
| Can' t even remember the laaaast time that I heard her say | |
| And I think she used to say | |
| And I think she used to say | |
| And I think she used to say | |
| That she wants to get away | |
| From the people and the cold weather | |
| But I never appreciated | |
| What she did for me. | |
| Though I knew she couldn' t stay | |
| Should' ve met her at the train | |
| Now I never hear her say | |
| Now I never hear her say | |
| No I never her say | |
| That she' s gonna miss the world. | |
| Now I understand why she can' t be heard | |
| Cause I miss the girl. | |
| And I miss her words. | |
| My vision' s blurred, and I know it' s absurd | |
| How I miss the girl | |
| I should' ve made the effort to tell her | |
| That I would write a letter | |
| Regretting that I never followed beside her | |
| Or swallowed my pride till it burns | |
| And now it hurts deep inside | |
| Till I hear her cry | |
| And I hope to hear her cry | |
| And I hope to hear her cry | |
| When she will walk through that door | |
| I will talk to the girl, but I think I would refer | |
| To the fact | |
| that instead of leaving I thought she' d prefer love | |
| But I gotta letter from a place I' ve never heard of. | |
| Tracing all the words with my finger gone numb | |
| From the icy wind that keeps beating on the drums | |
| Says she' s never coming back and that I will admire | |
| But soon it will be could enough to build another fire. |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| And then I think I heard her say | |
| That she wants to get away | |
| From the people and the cold weather | |
| So I told her to pick a day | |
| She said " We can leave now" so it seemed like give or take. | |
| Instigating that I would see how to liberate | |
| I just wanna put our hands close and the little things | |
| Watching all the snow fall staring at the window pane. | |
| But I don' t wanna go far from the mountain. | |
| Now she' s thinking to herself I' m gonna go without him. | |
| The door is left open and her voice won' t reverberate | |
| Can' t even remember the laaaast time that I heard her say | |
| And I think she used to say | |
| And I think she used to say | |
| And I think she used to say | |
| That she wants to get away | |
| From the people and the cold weather | |
| But I never appreciated | |
| What she did for me. | |
| Though I knew she couldn' t stay | |
| Should' ve met her at the train | |
| Now I never hear her say | |
| Now I never hear her say | |
| No I never her say | |
| That she' s gonna miss the world. | |
| Now I understand why she can' t be heard | |
| Cause I miss the girl. | |
| And I miss her words. | |
| My vision' s blurred, and I know it' s absurd | |
| How I miss the girl | |
| I should' ve made the effort to tell her | |
| That I would write a letter | |
| Regretting that I never followed beside her | |
| Or swallowed my pride till it burns | |
| And now it hurts deep inside | |
| Till I hear her cry | |
| And I hope to hear her cry | |
| And I hope to hear her cry | |
| When she will walk through that door | |
| I will talk to the girl, but I think I would refer | |
| To the fact | |
| that instead of leaving I thought she' d prefer love | |
| But I gotta letter from a place I' ve never heard of. | |
| Tracing all the words with my finger gone numb | |
| From the icy wind that keeps beating on the drums | |
| Says she' s never coming back and that I will admire | |
| But soon it will be could enough to build another fire. |