The window fogs from my breath My face pressed up close, up close against Catching the snowfall under a beam of streetlight And praying for accumulation all through the night
These confrontations puncture the skin Reveal evidence that you are easily broken You're so easily broken Exposed and relentlessly streaming from the cracks At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
Please let the snow swallow the streets whole Keep the bus from coming Let us stay at home So we can avoid the daily drudgery The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep
The season, weakening the hold The blades dulled from the front that hints the snow Warming the engine slowly turns Stuttering awoken from the sounds of the shovels scraping concrete At that age when everything is seemingly life or death
Adrenaline fuels my Fist grinds my teeth through sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
