The first true cold arrives
Low to the ground, felt first
In the cooling soles of our feet
And then it grabs you by both arms and
Shakes you awake, cuts a diagonal slash
Across your chest and tells you
It
The first true cold arrives
Low to the ground, felt first
In the cooling soles of our feet
And then it grabs you by both arms and
Shakes you awake, cuts a diagonal slash
Across your chest and tells you
It