Come downstairs
I'll put flowers in your hair
Won't you forgive me now?
Somedays are like woolen gloves

You feel warm but you can't touch things properly
Can't hold on to glass
Can't hold on to rocks
Can't hold on to love

While wearing woolen gloves
Won't you forgive me now?
If I lived here I would swim every day
My skin would turn darker and I'd have babies and

they'd drink all my milk
But I live in New York
With my woolen gloves
Falling in and out
Of my woolen gloves
Won't you forgive me now?