Fir Coat - Widowspeak

Firs that grow on their own

They could keep me alive

And when we were alone

It would still feel fine

(It would still feel fine)

We’re sprawled on the ground

There’s grass in my hair

There’s no one around

Just us and heavy air

(Just us and heavy air)

Firs that grow on their own

I made a coat for him

And when he was alone

It was part of his skin

(It was part of his skin)

But the cold set in

A bite worse than its bark

And now we’re just

Huddled in the dark

(Huddled in the dark)