Pulled it off the chair in the freezing air
Smells like coffee and the secrets we share
The sleeves are too long and the cotton is thin
But it’s the only wall between me and my skin
A ghost in the thread a memory in the fold
Keeping me away from the biting cold
I’m hugging myself in a faded blue room
Wrapped in the silence like a velvet cocoon
Oh it's worn out and it's drifting away
But it's enough to get me to the start of the day
Human touch in a heavy soft pile
Staying with me for a little while
Don't wash it yet
