Wind's blowing notes off the empty beer bottles You're making a small ember glow Summer can't hold off the cold forever Soon our hands will be burning from the snow A cold habit Lazy smile shining at me every time I think of leaving Leaning back below the porch light talking low You could say the sun sets in the east and I'd believe it All I know I will miss you when I go And your cold habit Cold, cold habit Wind's blowing notes off the empty beer bottles