ECHOES ON ICE
(Words - GA Johnson)
I have letters from you that you wrote in your sleep/A map of your heart and a plan of your street/And echoes on ice on a blue Winter night from the spokes of your bike in sub-farenheit/The fox makes a sound like my heart on the backs where they've laid out the traps/Planes filter back through the night, making light work of constellations and maps/My opencast heart rewinds back to the start and plays us again, should we ever part
(Words - GA Johnson)
I have letters from you that you wrote in your sleep/A map of your heart and a plan of your street/And echoes on ice on a blue Winter night from the spokes of your bike in sub-farenheit/The fox makes a sound like my heart on the backs where they've laid out the traps/Planes filter back through the night, making light work of constellations and maps/My opencast heart rewinds back to the start and plays us again, should we ever part