I don't remember what it was like
To go back home
I only know it was cold and white

and I was alone

Won't you tell me how
I can see you now
tell me why
everybody tries
everybody lies

Underneath the trees tonight
where little men sleep
all that snow will turn to white
while their lovers creep

CHORUS

You should live in Dave's van
in Sunnyland Park
and count the little days
turning into dark

CHORUS

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