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A HEART IN WINTER

I’m building violins
I shape the wood, tune the strings
Find comfort in little things

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I’m building violins
I go for hours without talking
Sitting and waiting

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And when she comes in
And she sees me
Building this fragile thing
She thinks I am the same

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But a heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow

Snow

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I’m building violins
71 parts and counting

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I collect old violins
The oldest coats of varnish you can see
The colour hasn’t changed

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And when I walk in
And she plays her violin
Her heart is aching
But I don’t feel a thing

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And when I leave the room
The tension leaves with me
And her playing falters slightly

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A heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow

Heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow

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I’m building violins
I touch your face
Stretch the skin
Find flaws in everything

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If I was alone with you I would tell you
If I was alone with you I would show you

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A heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow

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Heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow

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Heart in winter
Already cold
Little house in the woods
Gathering snow

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Heart in winter
Growing old
Fragile thing

Waiting for spring.

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©Tobias Zaldua 2001

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Found on the album 'Amber'

Also to be found on the compilation 'A tree falling'

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Available on Bandcamp: Here

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