Lyric Context Universe
where the black hills know your name
is the snow piled high around your window frame?
is there enough frost left to write our names upon the pane?
where the black hills know your name
is the snow piled high around your window frame?
is there enough frost left to write our names upon the pane?
back in the fight
snow piled high
like white fake flowers uh huh
back in the fight
snow piled high
like white fake flowers uh huh