Burrowed
Sky steel grey
Windows cold as ice
We've burrowed away
Underground like mice
And until next spring that's where we plan to stay
Sometimes it seems
Like only yesterday
We were kids with dreams
Big enough to break
And I still miss you every single Christmas Day
As seasons pass
We try to hold on
But soon lose our grasp
We are fleeting as the snow under the sun
So make the memories last
Patches of snow
Smell of old pitch pine
We U-Hauled, car in tow
I counted the bridges crying
Everything I loved we left in 89
Skyscrapers pass
Tunnels and tolls
Turnpike at last
We are fleeting as the snow under the sun
So make the memories last
As seasons pass
We try to hold on
But soon lose our grasp
We are fleeting as the snow under the sun
So make the memories last
Autor(es): Matthew Dorrien
