I love this light in winter time,
The frost cakes in the carpet
in winter time we'll have our ways
tombstones the mean belong in
No falls snowfalls [bad word] my day
It’s masked up from the street wire
and winter’s glow where could she be
She’s warm underneath my pocket
Just a calm and modern day
In early, early [bad word] to her, [bad word] to him,
I a better person?
even in the whole take on
the loss is better said
I pulled the boy out of above
She made that boy a man