I've been waiting for you to come back since you left Minneapolis   Snow covers the street lamps and the windowsills   The buildings and the brittle crooked trees   Dead leaves of December thin skinned and splintered   Never gotten used to this bitter winter      I've been wasted, angry and sad since you left Minneapolis   I wish my thoughts were pure like the driven snow   Like the Heavens and the spring's virgin buds   But they strangle me with their sin fill me up with poison   Black clouds have covered up the sun again      I can always trace it back to that night in Minneapolis   Here on the seventh floor in a room I can't call mine   Deadbolt on the door, do not disturb sign   Shaking and trembling on the clean white linen   Slivers of starlight across the ceiling      A dozen yellow roses all that's left in Minneapolis   I wish I'd never seen your face or heard your voice   You're a bad pain in my gut I wanna spit you out   Open up this wound again let my blood flow red and thin   Into the glistening, into the whiteness   Into the melting snow of Minneapolis