The Good Weather Was Supposed To Last Longer

That's my mind going under Finding the ear of another While you were holding on to hope Pulling it like an invisible rope You're turning the stone in my chest Grinding grain for our daily bread And I'm tracing my fingers down your spine Could you tell I was just killing time? The winter had stolen our heat Stolen our heat Our love was a city scaped A cloudless and infinite sky scraped Blue and red lights now careening Tyres and sirens now screaming And I know how they feel And I know just how they feel