Oh how these curtains soften the light
The reds and oranges offset the white
The dark purple wind that blows through the window at night
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh how this cold world needs some color and warmth
Watching graffiti while I wait for the train
Spilling coffee from a cup with a handwritten name
Breaking my new white shirt with a stain
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh how this cold world needs some things that are not the same
When will I find that house
With the back patio and the wood burning stove
For my old old soul, for my old soul
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh how this cold world needs some color and warmth