John Maus
Of North Of North Stars
the snowless winteroh, how i miss the snowand in the city that i hatei don't make sense to anyonedoes anyone knowwhat wonders the night can hold in the coldcan there be inspiration without the snow-covered wanderingstreets,gently moonlit chimneys and frost-covered windowpanesthe snowless winter is living deathbreathing out air without seeing your breath, i'm depressedand i'm stupid and foolishyour sick sunny palm tres are creepy and ghoulishi hate myself more than anyone else in this cityand it soothes me to know most of them will be deadin a hundred years of snowless wintersa snowless winteroh, how i miss the snow and in the city that i hatei don't make sense to anyonedoes anyone know what wonders the night can hold in the coldcan there be inspiration without the snow covered wanderingstreets gently moonlitchimneys and frost-covered windowpanes
From Letras Mania