A HEART IN WINTER
I’m building violins
I shape the wood, tune the strings
Find comfort in little things
I’m building violins
I go for hours without talking
Sitting and waiting
And when she comes in
And she sees me
Building this fragile thing
She thinks I am the same
But a heart in winter is already cold
Doesn’t feel the first fall of snow
Snow
I’m building violins
71 parts and counting
I collect old violins
The oldest coats of varnish you can see
The colour hasn’t changed
And when I walk in
And she plays her violin
Her heart is aching
But I don’t feel a thing
And when I leave the room
The tension leaves with me
And her playing falters slightly
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
I’m building violins
I touch your face
Stretch the skin
Find flaws in everything
If I was alone with you I would tell you
If I was alone with you I would show you
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
Heart in winter
Already cold
Little house in the woods
Gathering snow
Heart in winter
Growing old
Fragile thing
Waiting for spring.
©Tobias Zaldua 2001
Found on the album 'Amber'
Also to be found on the compilation 'A tree falling'
Available on Bandcamp: Here