Track 1 of the EP Open the Windows · 2025
Open the Windows, It's Warm at Last
by Wren Hallett
“The radiator's sighing but I'm not listening, because a square of yellow light has landed on the floor. It's the first warm day of the year, in a song.”
indie folk · spring folk · bright acoustic · 3:19
Lyrics
The radiator's sighing but I'm not listening There's a square of yellow light across the floor I push the sash up slowly, it sticks and then it gives And the first warm air of April walks right in the door Something in the garden is stretching in its sleep Something in my chest is doing the same Open the windows, it's warm at last Let the winter out the way it came Cardigan over the kitchen chair Bare arms, bare feet, and your name Open the windows, it's warm at last Let the blackbird sing us up the stairs Nothing has to hurry, nothing has to prove Just the light, and you, and the spring in the air You're hanging out the tea towels, humming something low The hyacinths are leaning on the glass We said we'd mend the fence and then we sat down on the step And let the whole bright afternoon go past Something in the garden is stretching in its sleep Something in my chest is doing the same Open the windows, it's warm at last Let the winter out the way it came Cardigan over the kitchen chair Bare arms, bare feet, and your name Open the windows, it's warm at last Let the blackbird sing us up the stairs Nothing has to hurry, nothing has to prove Just the light, and you, and the spring in the air Oh, the cold was kind to us, it kept us in It taught us how to sit and be still But now the sun is on your hands And I'd follow it anywhere, I will Open the windows, it's warm at last Let the winter out the way it came Cardigan over the kitchen chair Bare arms, bare feet, and your name Open the windows, it's warm at last Let the blackbird sing us up the stairs Nothing has to hurry, nothing has to prove Just the light, and you, and the spring in the air Open the windows, it's warm at last It's warm at last