It’s cold outside, it’s no warmer in here. Like trees in the winter, strip of their greens. Swaying in the wind, just barks to be seen. The sun rises late and hurry through the sky, looking for a new day forgetting the one that has gone by.
It’s cold outside, it’s no warmer in here. Like trees in the winter, strip of their greens. Swaying in the wind, just barks to be seen. The sun rises late and hurry through the sky, looking for a new day forgetting the one that has gone by.