Your sweater's the only comfort
from the cold night air
And although your familiar smell
is no longer there
Still feels like your fingertips
On the skin I bare.
And I miss the tenderness
in everything you do,
in everything you do to me.
The incense from your scent
The heart I've made a friend
The boy I've seen a man
The love I've held so long,
So tightly in my hands.
And I'm not scared, I'm not afraid.
We can drive around for hours
Drive till we meet the borders
The borders of this state.
You'd still be mine,
All mine to own.
So let the winds see, let the winds hear
And let these words seep through your bones.
Let them be the sun that shines your river clear
And let the river flow, swiftly around the stones
And find its rest in my sea
And love will meet us here.
And I miss the tenderness
in everything you do,
everything you do to me.
Your sweater will be your embrace,
as I wait for day
to steal the moon away,
and shine its light
upon your face.
