I Need Love

Elva


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