voices of long ago.
I feel familiar warmth emanating through the snow.
This fuzzy, friendly feeling
holds me in the dark.
Before my eyes a comfort,
I’ve never known till now.
voices of long ago.
I feel familiar warmth emanating through the snow.
This fuzzy, friendly feeling
holds me in the dark.
Before my eyes a comfort,
I’ve never known till now.
It belongs to someone better.
I wish it wasn't mine.
It belongs to someone better.
I wish it wasn't mine.