From the album The Jumping Flea

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.

Willi Kerr 2015

© The Curst Sons 2014