When you let your hair down to your shoulder
Call me a coward, but I'm not a fool
The wind lets it loose and you let it blind you
I may be lazy, but never untrue
And with your gloves on above the causeway
I deign to unveil you as you may desire
Your hands full of packages, bound to deliver
Your eyes of the coldest fire
And you look at me blindly as I do
As if to say that i have been wrong
Well I'm only the sundial sitting
I haven't moved all day or night long
Maybe it's you that's been rootless and changing
Always the first to call yourself ice
When in fact underneath it's a basin
The bottom deep out of sight

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