Lyrics Hands In Pockets - Laura Gibson

Up with the sunrise you'll be staring
Out through the window of the day
I'll be another waking shadow
Cast on the covers of your bed

Give me another waking moment
Shine against the solemn grate
Tell me the seasons is almost over
I can wait

So goes another winter slowy
Hands in the pockets of my coat
You'll be first to spin your story
I'll be the last to let you go

Tell me you always go before me
Out along the solemn grate
Tell me the season is almost over
I can wait

When in day light leaves you staring
Out in another under tow
I'll be tired conversation
I'll be waiting, get home

Tell me you always go before me
Out along the solemn grate
Tell me the season is almost over
I can wait I can wait I can wait