Balaclava

It’s been turning weeks on end We’re behind on loaves of bread And I’m calling, weeping for you Oh they’ve come to fix the towers Now a minute lasts an hour And I’m waiting, weeping for you Said you’re in a balaclava Said I’ll see you oh but I Don’t see a thing Don’t see a thing Standing by til quarter after People slip to warmer pastures I stand here, waiting for you I still stand here, burning for you Said you’re in a balaclava Said I’ll see you oh but I Don’t see a thing Don’t see a thing