You've got an irregular rhythm that
you move to
It makes sense that you would go with it
you'd break to it too

I wasn't always wise to take advice from a man
in denial about his hand, then again
I understand
I could never show you the stains, the songs
I have on my palms
I took too long

Winter afternoons and all their shades of blue
Angels with their heads held low held you down
and kept your heart moving
Are you about to go before I show you what I've been doing?

I've been doing something
I've been doing something

We've got a similar method to
analyze this world
I guess that if you left it
I'd be left to discern

But I got drunk and closed the curtains
consorted with the local spirits
They gave me different names,
I woke up with yours anyway
Then I took a nap in the chapel
below your final bed and mantle
I didn't know who was dead
Will you always be above my head?

Winter afternoons and all their shades of blue
Angels with their heads held low hold you down
but you're not improving
Are you about to go before I show you what I've been doing?

I've been doing something
I've been doing something

I sang in my sleep across a dream or in between
Did you hear me this time?
I see you in the evening glow when the moon hangs over snow
I just don't know that I'm alright

Winter afternoons and all their shades of blue
I saw angels with their heads held low,
but they don't know what we're both losing
And do you have to go before I show you what I've been doing?

I've been doing something
I've been doing something
Something