From the album You Let Me Down

Lyrics

Two Cold Days in April

Two cold days in April
Nineteen Eighty Nine
I waited for your message
To say that it was fine
I waited for your message
I waited by the phone
I waited for your message
Your message – it didn’t come

The wind blew down the chimney
The rain beat at the glass
The cold began to numb my bones
The sky was dark as brass
I thought of you in August
Laughing on the shore
I thought of you in August
Till I - could think no more

I dreamed we were in Paris
Walking by the Seine
You told me one of us must go
And one of us remain
I took you in my arms
You crumbled into dust
I took you in my arms
As I know - we surely must

I woke to church bells ringing
I couldn’t clear my head
I grabbed at the receiver
I found the line was dead
I didn’t know the number
Or where they’d called me from
I didn’t know the number
I knew - that you were gone.

© The Curst Sons 2014