Woorden: Long Winters (The). Putting The Days To Bed. Pushover.

Fight, we can try
I'd love an answer that isn't sly
Or so, so you say
Don't toast the day for the twilight

For you I'm a pushover
I would if I could, I would
I just want you to say come on
Wish me luck wish me love

Unkind girlish walk
Like a deed to the world without the talk
As you wade through the crowd
I sit next to you, the seat still warm

For you I'm a pushover
I would if I could, I would
I just want you to say come on
Wish me luck wish me love