Twelve Cold Weeks

Instrumental

Verse

The pond out back has pulled its lid on tight

The carp sink low and wait for longer light

I start a tune and lose it by the bridge

I store it like a bulb inside the fridge

Out on the polder, nothing but the flat

The ditches stiff, a heron, and that's that

Refrain

Tulips need the cold

(twelve weeks at least)

It isn't dying, I've been told

(it's counting)

Cello Solo

Verse

The jar of cabbage on the shelf

Is doing something by itself

No one can see it, nothing's on display

But something sours and softens day by day

I'm in my bed by half past eight

Nobody's asking me to make it great

Breakdown

Under the ice the water moves

(slow)

It doesn't need the surface to approve

Instrumental

Refrain

It's February in me

(not yet)

Something is working that I can't see