I love this light in winter time, The frost cakes in the carpet in winter time we'll have our ways tombstones the mean belong in No falls snowfalls that ruin my day It’s masked up from the street wire and winter’s glow where could she be She’s warm underneath my pocket Just a calm and modern day In early, early morning Rush to her, and rush to him, Am I a better person? even in the whole take on the loss is better said I pulled the boy out of above She made that boy a man