ist - The Adult Tree EP - Released 2001
Winter Coat & Whisky
Fingernail the window pane
Oh my god, it’s snowing again
Arse-end of a ski-trip
with friends
Left behind, by their good time
Bravado, beer and lunacy
Now were trapped here
Cabin bound, just you and me
Trying to keep out the storm
You’re bundled up all nice and warm
Every button crying out to be undone
Thus inspired, I’ve no desire
to put up any kind of fight
Hell your husband’s not my best friend
So I figure it’s alright
I want what’s underneath that winter coat
(I’ve got a bottle of whisky)
To make me less ugly I hope
(I’ve got a bottle of whisky)
I hope our little sitcom gang,
Get so damn tangled up they hang
There’s too much, of you
That I must touch
But I made vows to that fat cow
and you to that illiterate swine
When I’m with you, my head’s so clear
though my body’s sour with wine
I want what’s underneath that winter coat
(I’ve got a bottle of whisky)
To make me less ugly I hope
(I’ve got a bottle of whisky)
Don’t think me arrogant I know the truth
I’m far from worthy, dear to enter you
Why must I live this lie under duress
Why must I be unhappy when we both
could be undressed?
I want what’s underneath that winter coat
(I’ve got a bottle of whisky)
To make me less ugly I hope
(I’ve got a bottle of whisky)
Figures at the window pane
Turn the blanket, hide the stain
Clothes on, steal one last kiss
Before the moments gone
God knows, how close
We actually got to breaking free
Now we’re trapped here,
Guilt bound to secrecy
(c) 2001 ist
Lyrics and Music: Hall
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