Texty: KT Tunstall. Change.

The wind is cold tonight
Or so I am told
I don't really know
And as I kill my life
There's nothing left to show
How does that blow hit you?
And if I change am I denying what was said?
If I remain the same
am I creating greater problems instead?

Do you ever think you're being thought about?
Do you still believe we need to sort things out?
Does it matter now
All those things we said
I want to know can I still creep into your bed at night?
Leave your head alone

Well, the wind is cold tonight
Or so I am told
I don't really know, no
And as I kill my life
There's nothing left to show
How does that blow hit you?
And if I change am I denying what was said?
If I remain the same
am I creating greater problems instead?

Do you ever think you're being thought about?
Do you still believe we need to sort things out?
Does it matter now
All those things we said
I want to know can I still creep into your bed at night?
Leave your head alone