Pull on your winter skates
It won’t be long before
We freeze and disintegrate
Columbine, Harlequin
Anxious ‘til the thaw,
My pantomime heroine
This town was my design
And it will be my undoing
This town was the making of me
It’s going to be my ruin
Bending, cloud-muffled trees
Their roots claw from the ground,
Beg me to tend to their injuries
This season could do with a lick of paint
Now rattle round and round
And take me home, little orange train
This town was my design
And it will be my undoing
This town was the making of me
It’s going to be my ruin
Here’s a wheel that never span
Here’s a man who never loved
Here’s a dove that never folds
Here’s a cold I’ll never feel
This town was my design
And it will be my undoing
This town was the making of me
It’s going to be my ruin