Lyrics
[Verse 1] We went barefoot from June until the frost, the porch boards warm, the morning grass ice-cold. We tossed the fresh bread hand to hand and lost no crumb of it — too hot, too good to hold. And when the fever burned, my mother's hand, cool as well water, settled on my head, and something in the dark would understand and step away, and leave me in my bed. [Chorus] Some heat comes in on someone's bill, some warmth comes in on someone's hands. The bill runs out. The warmth burns still across the years, across the lands. [Verse 2] The radiators tick from fall to spring, the bill arrives, the rooms are never cold. My hands have gotten good at everything that keys and screens and steering wheels can hold. But once a winter I come in from snow with hands that barely feel the things they touch. She takes them in her own — and then I know no metered heat on earth can do this much. [Chorus] ome heat comes in on someone's bill, some warmth comes in on someone's hands. The bill runs out. The warmth burns still across the years, across the lands.
