Lyrics:

The lights pouring through my window dressing
Everything all up in gold and I don't know what I'm doing here
I left the howling winds and the prairies
To find some kind of idea, am I full or am I empty?
Well, maybe I'm just like hurting
Building up walls and then ripping them down
With my own disposition
My own hurting masks the way I feel 'bout the world
And all the little things I wish were different
And I've been grieving since I left old Carolina
The bars on my window didn't leave me safe at night
Now I've chased your love 'cause I thought it might feel woolen
Like a dram on a damn, cold winter's night

Well, some things they just like leaving
Like people, love and money and
I don't know what it's all running from
Perhaps the fear of splitting open
Showing some parts of yourself
That you don't even really want to know
And I've been grieving since I left old Carolina
The bars on my window didn't leave me safe at night
Now I've chased your love 'cause I thought it might feel woolen
Like a dram on a damn, cold winter's night
Like a dram on a damn, cold winter's night