Keeping Warm III

Keeping Warm II

Keeping Warm I

The Old Simple Things

Remember that time

We stared with blood shot eyes
At the edge of the sun
With the black of the moon at the front

Used to roam outside
Had the time of our lives
We were so young and mean
With stains of grass on our jeans

There was just something about mystery
Had our fair share of nosebleeds
Chasing trouble in the middle of the woods
No wonder we were misunderstood

Used to collect so many things
But after all they lost their meaning
Our tracks gone rusty, left alone
You’ve gone away and I’ve gone home

It's Quiet Now