Snow Angels - Foxes In Fiction

Cut down attention span, winter is overtaking me

I sit by the window sill, listening the wires that pass above

And it gave to another holiday

We’re feeling good on the morning we celebrate

You can’t be real, there’s nothing to give

And you say it’s snowing where you live

A box of Christmas cards that I’ll never need

For best friends that I could never read

I’ll trace the call to the center of your bed

I wanna know those thoughts that circle inside your head