Winter Letra

it's slipping up my shirtsleeves,

makes the cars run slow.

And I smell it in our skin

and all the trees hang low.



I built a fire,

to warm all of our cold bones

'cause you were like a snowcone

huddled up in scarves.

Just brushing the ice out from your hair

and sparkles on the carpet.

I'll put the kettle on

and make some hot chocolates.



The animals slept through the cold,

sat by the window and watched the snow snowing.

You can have half of my blanket.

I don't have to work in the morning.