i have a room with a cord and a fixture and i have a cork in the last wine of winter you have the eyes and the breath of a spider and i own a mess and a pen and some paper i have friends who drink in the cupboard drunk for a neck and smoke for a brother i hear taps ring out in the city when i go for walks on late friday evenings you have a hold and a kiss that is oh so and my eyes are cold and as grey as my billfold so i have a room and you should come over cuz it has a roof and the last wine of winter
['ann arbor indie', 'indie folk', 'michigan folk', 'michigan indie', 'stomp and holler']