braeburn

I heard the sound of your voice
through the trees comin'
from far out in the shadow brush
the knit pines

strong boots heavy with mud
cigarette turnin slow into wind

this is dangerous
I whispered back
and stood the ax in the oak
the winter's so thick
it's hard to breathe
and I hate the way the porch light
flickers in the dark
dusk till dawn
stealin' the night
from my dreams

honey
you should know
when I get home
before I get the money
from the red birdhouse
before I punch Johnny in the mouth
for trying to kiss you

I'm gonna love you til our bodies
turn the kitchen tiles warm

I'm gonna love you where the night is full
and winter holds us in its arms