I want a joy that never dies.
But here, buried deep in snow, I still sit.
Teaching myself to look at you with both eyes and nothing else.
So when I come home, my seesaw state of mind won't forever be picked apart.
You'll whisper: Buried love is the best love.
But here, buried deep in snow, I still sit.
Teaching myself to look at you with both eyes and nothing else.
So when I come home, my seesaw state of mind won't forever be picked apart.
You'll whisper: Buried love is the best love.