Numbing cold sunning my breathe
singled outside from the rest
sure, I love this time of year
candles and groceries and wine
Where is the burden this time to remember?
A scuff on your soul creates nothing for keepers
the hills are swollen with busy bees
dead Hollywood silent screen stars
always sneaking through sunsets
so telling of what we are really
Sure I love this time of year
sure I love this time of year
Happy happy happy times
happy happy