Frost

(álbum: Coast Modern - 2017)

On trees the apples freeze
With the weather's change
Trudging through a lake of leaves the blue sky turns to gray
And the sun is a ghost
You were there by my side
Said you'd never leave
I'll be fine, it's the Lord's design
The way you lie to me is my favorite thing about you
'Cause without a bit of magic, well there's nothing but the truth

I called the shots, made the plays
'Til you came around and stole my flame, girl
Now I'm a lack of life, breathing slow
Looking 'round for a way out of these chains

Past the creek at the forest's edge
In a field, we rolled the stones
Made a shrine to the summertime
But now it's filled with snow
And the home of a wolf
In the night I have spied it looking in on me
I bet in its head it plots the death of all humanity
And the things that we built for ourselves
'Cause we know without magic
Heaven would be hell

You called the shots, made the plays
'Til I came around and stole your flame, girl
Now you're a lack of life, breathing slow
Looking 'round for a way out of these chains

Well, I ain't ever gonna change
You ain't ever gonna change

'Cause on the trees, the nectarines
Are dripping with that sunshine
It's so ripe, it's overripe
It's grapevines
It's alcohol in January
Freezing so it's necessary
The bottle up that moonshine
So we can have a good time in the winter with you