Foxes In Fiction Snow Angels
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