Hoarfrost
Embracing Winter's Embrace: The Hoarfrost Chronicles
Lyrics
with saucers of ice the pot holes filled all the way down to the main road.
With saucers of ice, the potholes filled all the way down to the main road.
I bet you're wondering why I don't write about you you know I don't
I bet you're wondering why I don't write about you; you know I don't.
all the way up to the cemetery the roads have been salted you can taste it in the air
All the way up to the cemetery, the roads have been salted; you can taste it in the air as you're crossing the street.
as you're crossing the street.
I'm not going to write about you anymore; I'm done with all that.
i'm not going to write about you anymore i'm done with all that
It's over; it's of the past.
it's over, it's of the of the past
I don't do nostalgia.
i don't do nostalgia
The hoarfrost has captured and set us up in crystal.
the hoarfrost
Librarian points out a book on a shelf; I point to the sign on the wall.
has captured
Breathe on frost.
and set us up
-in crystal
-librarian points out a book on a shelf i point to the sign on the wall
Crystal flakes fall, fading, failing.
breathe on frost
Another song about the same thing.
breathe on frost
breathe on frost
-crystal flakes fall fading failing.
-another song
-about the same thing.
-i'm not going to write about you anymore i'm done with all that
I'm not going to write about you anymore; I'm done with all that.
it's over, it's of the past
It's over; it's of the past.
I don't do nostalgia
I don't do nostalgia.
i'm not going to write about you anymore i'm done with all that
I'm not going to write about you anymore; I'm done with all that.
it's over, it's of the past
It's over; it's of the past.
I don't do nostalgia
I don't do nostalgia.
another song
Another song about the same thing.
about the same thing. another song
about the same thing.
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