The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
The Long Winters
Do you believe it's day?
Roll us into a ball
All of your darkest smiles
Tempered by your sleeping eyes
Show me all your scars
Hold me by my arms
Burrow into a spot
My little blanket hog
Now that a year has gone
See how the blanket's worn
All to myself
All to myself
Do you believe it's day?