The Fourth Son - Wicker

Wicker splinters, winter pictures
Attic boxes, they overflow
Miss my Mrs, her frozen kisses
Thaw my heart by the radio
And I’m singing, thinking of you
Know when I’m singing, I’m thinking of you

I’m thinking of you, baby
I’m thinking of you, darlin’
I’m thinking of you, honey
I’m thinking of you, thinking of you when I’m singing

Rollin’ coastin’, coast is glowin’
The snow is melting into the ground
Healin’ feelin’, cold is leavin’
The wind is playing that summer sound
And I’m singing, thinking of you
You know when I’m singing, I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you
I’m thinking of you

I’m thinking this city doesn’t have a soul
When it’s missing you
And I’m thinking ‘bout a billion faces that I’ve seen
They washed away like fake tattoos
But you planted your garden in my heart
And now it’s spring
And it’s growing faster when we sing

I’m thinking of you, baby
I’m thinking of you, darlin’
I’m thinking of you, honey
I’m thinking of you, thinking of you
I’m thinking of you, baby
I’m thinking of you, darlin’
I’m thinking of you, honey
I’m thinking of you, thinking of you when I’m singing