i had a dream where you were both queen and crisis and yellow birds sang and warned me that you would be gone from me and i found my fear and fear became something of an island to dwell upon in the breaking day so i would have run and i would have stolen your car and driven it round and round and i would have gone and gilded your name to my door to mark out where you belong and i d make you come come to your senses and i d be i d be the one to warm you in winter well i had a drum and i hit it with beauty and abandon and i travelled your land to settle my score with the masses and you were my queen and to me you were the herald of a gilded age to dwell in upon the breaking day and i would have run and i would have stolen your car and driven it round and round and i would have gone and gilded your name to my door to mark out where you belong and i d make you come come to your senses and i d be i d be the one to warm you in winter one for the mirror and one for the mind our reflections are never the same in the morning or in the corner of your eye and your reflections will never be mine so i would have run and i would have stolen your car and driven it round and round and i would have gone and gilded your name to my door to mark out where you belong and i d make you come come to your senses and i d be the one to warm you in winter and i d make you come come to your senses and i d be i d be the one to warm you in winter i d be the one to warm you in winter