strange things happen
billy bragg
all winter long while i was locked in my room
your face at the window and my hair on the floor
all winter long while i was locked in my room
your face at the window and my hair on the floor
but the phone rang all night long
and i watched while the officer
wrote all their ages down
it moves objects in my house
have found their way back home again
all winter long while i was locked in my room
your face at the window and my hair on the floor
all winter long while i was locked in my room
and that book of old spells
and all the spells we cast
and the flowers in the garden have all fallen down