Jason Webley february relaxing her fingers after a brief winter s grip

Wake up with only echoes in my arms
Wake up with echoes in my arms
Echoes in my arms make me empty
Make me empty
Make me empty
Make me empty
And a touch can make this old flesh new again
Yes, a touch can make this old flesh new again
Stand up old words are sticking to my lips
Stand up
Sticking to my lips
Sticking to my lips like ashes
Like ashes
Like ashes
Like ashes
And a touch can make this old flesh new again
Yes, a touch can make this old flesh new again