Texty:
Judd And Maggie

Fog on the window Snow in the yard Cold is a feeling And it finds your heart If you're on your way then I'm not awake And if I'm not awake then I must

s worth my while to try and play out this dream Now I'm worried about losing my teeth And I know it's because of you I've already turned twenty times And

at home and in my bed So warm and dark a womblike ark So my clothes never get to tight And my worldview of toys and shoes can occupy my closed off mind Reposed and

I built a palace I built it to scale Alone in a jungle of thunder and hale I walked all the hallways I was amazed I was the lost one you couldn't save

I've always known it that they'll never understand me But I know you do Though I wake with resolve That all drips off as the day wears on You're in my heart somewhere Though tempests rage and

And I've often wondered how nothing compares Watching the night be repaired As pilgrims we come and need to hear stories That offer a memory of virtue of love And