Winter Coats – Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties
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I saw my sister lay in bed Chain-smoking cigarettes Window open, November’s spilling in I made a cross over my head I dipped my fingertips In the calcified green holy water dish
I took pity on your battered soul And never let you in I feel like a lost winter coat In a county church’s basement Where I wept I can’t believe that I’m here again
Waited ’til everybody left I sat at the organ and Played myself a slow and quiet hymn Then you sat up from the bench You scared me half to death I hadn’t seen you since you were a kid
I took pity on your battered soul And never let you in But if you feel like a lost winter coat In a county church’s basement I get it I get it
Christ, you got tall You’ve got your grandfather chin Guess your mom’s been pretty busy Why don’t you sit with me a bit? If you like that song Then I can teach you it Come on over to the organ It’s easy, I promise, I promise
Put your left hand here like that Line up your right and then It’s B to E, C-sharp-minor and back And hey I’m sorry about your dad I watched you during mass He’d be so damn proud of how brave you’ve been
You took pity on their battered souls And never let them in But if I’m just a lost winter coat In a county church’s basement I could be of use If you’re cold I could shelter you And maybe I could stick around a bit you know If you want someone to talk to