We found ourselves buried under snow
As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface


Ed told me I wouldn't need a sweatshirt
I never thought that he'd be right
We searched for ghosts and all we found was the death of our winter selves


These nights are few and far between
These nights are exactly what I needed

Rubber soles on rubber wheels pushing against the ground

We found ourselves buried under snow


Madeline told me her clothes would smell burnt for at least a couple of days
We formed inside jokes as the fires smoke made it hard to breathe

These kids are few and far between
These kids are exactly what I needed
Fragile hearts on fragile lawn chairs laying against the ground


We found ourselves buried under snow
As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface