Ben Howard - Promise
And meet me there, bundles of flowers
We wait through the hours of cold
Winter shall howl at the walls
Tearing down doors of time
Shelter as we go
And promise me this
You'll wait for me only
Scared of the lonely arms
Surface, far below these words
Maybe, just maybe I'll come home
Who am I, darling to you? Who am I?
Going to tell you stories of mine
Who am I?
...
I come alone here
