The Cottage

Walk me through fantasies, I'll hold your hand Tell me your dreams, maybe, be my friend Be my companion, I will make you smile This is not a true story but it's not a lie Seasons change, we stick around And we wait for the sun to rise Through the snow you keep me warm Until I try to melt the ice Build me a cottage in the sky There is a fireplace and a blueberry pie The stairs are squeaky, the ceiling's low But it's a place where we can go Seasons change, we stick around And we wait for the sun to rise Through the snow you keep me warm Until I try to melt the ice Sit in the armchair, read all night I'll play the old piano, it sounds just right Nobody's here and nothing in sight Except the one that you brought in your mind Seasons change, we stick around And we wait for the sun to rise Through the snow you keep me warm Until I try to melt the ice And show you the stars