Four Seasons Growing Inside Me

He took the money and run

Arms and right angles, hand me down tables, he is charming, every story, every scar

Silver dress lately, either side of her face is different, there's a promise in his kiss

Spare pillow, whisper, smile in the dark, calls her sweetheart, smells like whiskey, plays his part

Yesterday's coffee, old run down version of a love song, spinning endless, he'll come home

Tea is in a cup he bought her from Paris, he took the money she was saving for the sun

Now he's gone