Baby, you’ve got cedar stained skin.
You’ve been wandering in the woods too long,
it’s time you came in.
I know you had no intention of being cold-
and I know I should be heading home.

chorus:
We are flying low,
and we are looking down
Trying to see if I can see you
Looking up at me from the ground.
They’re showing us escape routes
I’m plugging my ears
I know your exits and I know my own fears of leaving
Scandinavia.

Baby, please pick up the phone.
You know I’ve finally dialed your number
after hours of talking to a dial tone.
I know you had no intention of loving me
and I know I shouldn’t be settling.

chorus

First snow melts to wet,
you come to mind
not quite insubstantial yet.
You came to embody my every desire,
well I come to destroy your sense of calm


©2001, Music and Lyrics by Layah Singer-Wilson