Wind's blowing notes off the empty beer bottles
You're making a small ember glow
Summer can't hold off the cold forever
Soon our hands will be burning from the snow
A cold habit
Lazy smile shining at me every time I think of leaving
Leaning back below the porch light talking low
You could say the sun sets in the east and I'd believe it
All I know
I will miss you when I go
And your cold habit
Cold, cold habit
Wind's blowing notes off the empty beer bottles