It's winter
And we wander
Land
Of the cold
And I forget about the no-shows
But that is no accident
I'm tired and I want to lay by a tree
While you sing, Angel
I live, when u sing
My heart beats
Remember that street
That shared her name
It was dark. And late. And dangerous
And God spoke to me through skin
Through a cute dress and a pretty smile
My angel had come
And now
When the snow falls...
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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