Winter weather is not my soul
But the biding for spring...
Why?s everybody looking at me
Like there?s something fundamentally wrong
Like I?m a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Winter exposes the nest
Then I?m gone
But the biding for spring...
Why?s everybody looking at me
Like there?s something fundamentally wrong
Like I?m a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Winter exposes the nest
Then I?m gone