she s standing alone in a dark crowded room her body is covered in roses it s a frozen night bleeding from a cold afternoon with no place to go she supposes she turns to the streetlight as it shines down beneath the snow burns right into her toes i follow my left turn who the hell could she be cause so far love s just been a word that i speak there once was a boy who had money for eyes wishes were horses he owned them he learned how to live life with no compromise his family would someday disown him now he s an old man who is not in the streets he stands where his home used to be thinks of the golden days how they went silenly cause love s just a word that he learned how to speak yeah love s just a word that he learned how to speak she s standing alone because she can t see me by her side she s tearing a hole through my mind try as i might but i i keep letting her down cause love s just a word used to send in the clouds yeah love s just a word used to send in the clouds
['canadian indie folk']