Currency of Words | Sarah Joy

Composition and performance: Sarah Joy
Videography: Jonathan Hohstadt

Lyrics:

A little length from me to him
Will make a breath for me to take
And so I built a barricade
While shorter grew the days

And soon a wind of sterner countenance
Engraved an ornament
Pretending as a summer treat
A sentimental phrase

Winter, Winter, comfort your sister
Whisper, whisper come for your listener
You, you left your touch now I am loved
For what I have become
Winter what, what have you done?

I have no use for pretty verse
But you have made it what I'm worth
So for a currency of words
You'll carve the day away

What you can get, well I will take
And keep the wall to decorate
Yes I will keep the barricade
So poetry remains

Beautiful, pure as the driven snow
If I welcome his warmth could he make me better?
He could fill up his hands with the ice and go
Mold me a heart and I'd be his treasure