You make me drunk like dad’s whisky

When I was thirteen years old

Now I’ve got my nose pressed down on the table

Like I’m waiting for him to come home



My thought’s keep rolling like boulders

Sharp off the tip of my tongue

I know he’d say “Son, you’re a man, stop crying.”

But daddy I still feel so young



Hold me, I will hold you back

Nothing but the chill will let you go



Outside the rust just keeps building

Around the gate of my fence

Last time I checked it was you I was mending

And nothing else needed me since



Over the streets in the city

Winter is bringing her chill

I hear her calling at the top of the chimney

But I’m not inviting her in



Hold me, I will hold you back

Nothing but the chill will let you go

Love me, I will love you back

Nothing but the chill will let you go

There’s no way I’m ever letting go