Lyrics
The Coldest Day of April
(E.J. Geel)
I get up at eight and run the dog
And pick some ideas on the dewy hill
I rush back home and stuff them in a jar
And prepare for the coldest day of April
Here comes my student Laura
She wants to know about my aura
I say, "It sits like stardust on a breeze."
While she contemplates
The many shades of green
Seen through glass
You call me
Saying that we've got to meet
Not the slightest tone of melancholy
I've got time to talk
You got no time to talk
And I hear some voice whisper in my ear:
Hold on to your straw
Go on, hold on
You may never get to love anymore
Not like before
Hold on
Off to the shady part of town
To a place called the Mute Scream
Or something
While I wait I search for a mute scream
Among the used hearts
In a local magazine
Then you walk in
And she walks in
And I just walk out
You got that spark of April in your eyes
Trapped in a ring of fire
I drive home wondering why
Love implies such beastly sufferings
Things are never what they seem
And as we fall
We're left alone to discover
The meaning of it all
It must be part of a plan
By God or something even higher
Or our own insatiable desire
Hold on to your straw
Go on, hold on
You may never get to love anymore
Not like before
Hold on....