I Need Love
This winter's been cold
And outside an ice wind blows
And I'm still no good at working on these roads
There's a certain type of cold
There is a certain kind of cold
That grabs you in its hold
I need love
A fog horn calls
And the rain starts to fall
And out over the fjord
There's a circling plane
I believe we're the lucky ones
Yes I do believe we're the lucky ones
And the snow falls like feathers
Writer/s: JESSICA ELIZABETH MORRIS
