Field Medic - Clear Thoughts Of Morning lyrics

I'm not much of a charmer
Just a boy who grinds his teeth
The boy who grinds the coffee beans
She sees me underwater
When she skates my icy creek
And she wonders what the blade marks mean

The season of the snow man
The season of the pine tree
Weeping needles fresh from winds beating
As a blanket I am fleeting
As a mirror she's lost to me
And I'm sure her scarf and mittens disagree

Tell me what am I supposed to say
When you're kissing me awake?
Just before you're crying "I should leave"
Cause, you're ashamed?
Sometimes we're both no good so go on run

Cause all them dolls got eyes
And could illustrate them pretty
My love her eyes go unadorned
And see right through me I cannot avoid
Clear thoughts of morning
If she wants to leave me she should leave me
Without warning