the woods are cold tonight and the world is dark
what is the trouble dear? what are you worried for?
your image fades in light and your voice is drawn
you're just a dream of mine,
this sort of thing's never real
and when your cheeks have dried
your loneliness will remain
my girl when i sing to you
the trees will rustle too
and you won't cry anymore
cus my girl the world was made for you
the clouds they rain for you
so you won't see them anymore
the ocean calls your name, in tides it tries for you
and ebbs away still blue, wanting lands where you are
so drink in all your tears and they will make you grow
like wine and common dreams
make people like each other more
my girl these flowers are for you
they'll bring my love to you
till you don't want them anymore
my girl i'll build a stage for you
strike up a song or two
and call the band eleanor
so you'll ask me what all this is for