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• Artiste: Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties
• Titre: Winter Coats
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I saw my sister lay in bed Chain-smoking cigarettes Window open, November spilling in I made a cross over my head I dipped my fingertips in the calcified green holy water dish I took pity on your battered soul And never let you in I feel like a lost winter coat In a county church's basement Where I wept I can't believe that I'm here again Waited 'til everybody left I sat at the organ And played myself a slow and quiet hymn And then you sat up from the bench You scared me half to death I hadn't seen you since you were a kid I took pity on your battered soul And never let you in But if you feel like a lost winter coat In a county church's basement I get it, I get it Christ, you got tall You've got your grandfather chin I guess you're mom's been pretty busy Why don't you sit with me a bit If you like that song Then I can teach you it Come on over to the organ It's easy, I promise, I promise Put your left hand here like that Line up your right and then it's B to E, C Sharp Minor and back And hey I'm sorry about your dad I watched you during mass He'd be so damn proud of how brave you've been You took pity on their battered souls And never let them in But if I'm just a lost winter coat In a county church's basement I could be of use If you're cold I could shelter you And maybe I could stick around a bit you know If you want someone to talk to