Frost

On trees
The apples freeze
With the weathers change
Trudging through with lake leaves
The blue skys turn to grey
And the sun is a ghost

You were there by my side
Said you'd never leave
I'll be fine as the lords design
The way you lie to me is my favorite thing about you
Cause without a bit of magic
Well there's nothing but the truth
I called the shots
Made the plays
Till you came around and stole my flame girl
Well i lack a life
Breathing slow
Looking round for a way out these chains

Pass the creak at the forest edge
In a field we rode the stones
Made a shrine to the summer time but now its filled with snow
And the home of a world
In the night i have spotted looking in on me
I bet in its head its plots the death of all humanity
And the things that we build for ourselves
Cause we know without magic
Heaven would be hell
You called the shots, made the plays
Till i came around and stole your flame girl
Now you're a lack of life
Breathing slow
Looking round for a way of of these chains
Oh ooh ooh
Well I ain't ever gonna change
You ain't ever gonna change

Cause on the tree
The nectarines
Dripping with that sunshine
So ripe, it's overripe, it's grape vines, it's alcohol in January
Breathing slow is necessary the bottle of that moonshine
We could have a good time in the winter with you