3rd January
Version studio (4:11)
[sur In May]
A new year has begun.
The last one.
It's shaken me.
I'm afraid, yet I'm hopeful.
What is happiness?
I'm so unsettled.
I haven't listened to any music.
I haven't played any.
I sit on the floor a great deal,
Propped up against the sofa,
And look out the French windows.
The garden is white.
All is still
And it's warm here inside.
I'm barefoot.
Oh, my lovely feet!
Still a little tanned from last summer.
My hair is growing back, including a few grey.
It stopped falling out.
I'll sit back down again
And look out the French windows
The garden is white.
All is still
And it's warm here inside.
Your son.