Lyrics
Throwing my time with true love
Shoving down a busy street
Said you won't ever hold a hand like mine
Candid, but catching a true smile
It's a gut punch to sleep at night
You can carry me off on your chamomile dime
As your arms change the season in secret
Reaching out to comb the lines
You took the winter in your arms and made it warm again
Like a campaign covering the town
Like a buzzcut breaking me down
We could take another day, find a thing to say
Put it off 'til we're the only people around