We found ourselves buried under snow.
As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface.
Ed told me I wouldn't need a sweatshirt, I never thought that he'd be right.
We searched for ghosts and all we found was the death of our winter selves.
These nights are few and far between.
These nights are exactly what I needed.
Rubber soles on rubber wheels pushing against the ground.
Madeline told me her clothes would smell burnt for at least a couple of days.
We formed inside jokes as the fire's smoke made it hard to breathe.
These kids are few and far between.
These kids are exactly what I needed.
Fragile hearts on fragile lawn chairs laying against the ground.
As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface.
Ed told me I wouldn't need a sweatshirt, I never thought that he'd be right.
We searched for ghosts and all we found was the death of our winter selves.
These nights are few and far between.
These nights are exactly what I needed.
Rubber soles on rubber wheels pushing against the ground.
Madeline told me her clothes would smell burnt for at least a couple of days.
We formed inside jokes as the fire's smoke made it hard to breathe.
These kids are few and far between.
These kids are exactly what I needed.
Fragile hearts on fragile lawn chairs laying against the ground.