Foxes In Fiction - Snow Angels текст песни

Cut down attention span, winter is overtaking me

I sit by the window sill, listening the wires that pass above

And it gave to another holiday

We're feeling good on the morning we celebrate



You can't be real, there's nothing to give


And you say it's snowing where you live

A box of Christmas cards that I'll never need

For best friends that I could never read

I'll trace the call to the center of your bed

I wanna know those thoughts that circle inside your head