(recorded at home on computer)

It's so cold
I should be on the move.
Can anybody tell the wind, to relax, and let me breathe
again?
I miss the silence
I miss my back yard
I miss more and more and more and more and more
It's so cold
I should be on the move




Taken from the "sitting on a rock in central park, NY"
collection, which is dedicated to Elded who called me while
I was writing.
Please don't mind guitar hitting desk. Minor interruption.