Lyrics:

Waking before you, I've got a fever and a childish wish for snow

Seems like a long, long time
Since I spun you to this borrowed radio, oh-oh-oh
You pick a place, that's where I'll be
Time like your cheek has turned for me
Someday the waves will stop
Every aching old machine will feel no pain

Someday we both will walk
Where a baby made tomorrow is again

Waking before you
I'm like the lord who sees his love though we don't know

Seems like a long, long time
Since I've been above you, seen and loved you so

You pick a place, that's where I'll be
Time like your cheek has turned for me