Its winter
And the cold has not left me from summer
There is an echo
And the heat surges up
But only lost out
Because with nowhere to find and stay
The cold will win
And remain
Paper Moments & Broken Lines
Its winter
And the cold has not left me from summer
There is an echo
And the heat surges up
But only lost out
Because with nowhere to find and stay
The cold will win
And remain
