The Cottage

Walk me through fantasies, I'll hold your hand
Tell me your dreams, maybe, be my friend
Be my companion, I will make you smile
This is not a true story but it's not a lie

Seasons change, we stick around
And we wait for the sun to rise
Through the snow you keep me warm
Until I try to melt the ice

Build me a cottage in the sky
There is a fireplace and a blueberry pie
The stairs are squeaky, the ceiling's low
But it's a place where we can go

Seasons change, we stick around
And we wait for the sun to rise
Through the snow you keep me warm
Until I try to melt the ice

Sit in the armchair, read all night
I'll play the old piano, it sounds just right
Nobody's here and nothing in sight
Except the one that you brought in your mind

Seasons change, we stick around
And we wait for the sun to rise
Through the snow you keep me warm
Until I try to melt the ice
And show you the stars