[ti:Mittens]
[ar:Frank Turner]
[al:]
[00:47.53]Wandering lonely through the snow streets of New York
[00:54.76]I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard
[01:05.15]I bought a mile and shipped them home so I could read
[01:12.24]Ten thousand ten-word tragedies,
[01:16.72]the lives these strangers lead
[01:21.26]To remind myself the things I need
[01:26.38]I once wrote you love songs
[01:30.83]You never fell in love
[01:35.37]We used to fit like mittens, but never like gloves
[01:47.34]You left me feeling like
[01:51.83]we'd never really been in love
[01:55.21]Huddled homebound in my place in Holloway
[02:02.39]I wondered if you even heard those songs I used to play
[02:12.91]I wrote them as a gift for you and in return
[02:20.29]You gave a pair of hand-knit mittens to keep my fingers warm
[02:29.43]So I could play more ignored love songs
[02:34.39]I once wrote you love songs
[02:38.94]You never fell in love
[02:43.08]We used to fit like mittens,
[02:46.67]but never like gloves
[02:52.63]I once wrote you postcards
[02:56.79]But you never wrote back
[03:04.08]You promised me you would and I'm still waiting for that
[03:12.98]You left me feeling like we'd never really been in love
[03:21.78]Don't want to fit like mittens
[03:26.47]I want to fit like gloves
[03:35.45]I want to fit like gloves
[03:39.79]I want to fit like gloves
[03:45.94]I once wrote you love songs
[03:50.09]You never fell in love
[03:54.63]We used to fit like mittens,
[03:57.87]but never like gloves
[04:00.21]But never like gloves