You were waiting out the snow
And the cold just wrapped itself around your toes
And you would save a little bit for me, and you would say it felt like gold
The sign says everything must go
And I get the funny feeling that you know
But I won't talk, I won't say a word, I noticed something different down below
Now you're walking through my room
And you're saying everything as if I knew
It doesn't stick, it never hits the mark, but I can't really see things how they are
I saw your trail inside the snow and pretty soon it's gonna fade
I'll be laughing on the inside, take it with me to the grave
Super sweet indie pop compilation with new tracks from Trust Fund, Boosegumps, etc. benefits the St. Louis Legal Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2017