Can you close the window?
It covers us in snow
Father leaves it agape
And our breath takes its shape
Father says it's just right
And it lets in the light
His whiskey keeps him warm
While we survive the storm
Can you close the window?
Baby Lily cries, cold
Susan's blue fingers fold
And my shoulders shudder
We stare at the shutters
Can you close the window?
Father thinks we feel his warmth
But we only see the storm
His rage, we feel the blow
Will you close the window?
Will you close the window?