It Was Fine the Next Day

It gets so cold at night
That we don't want to leave the bed to see
If it is snowing

We circle round the square
Step inside to warm up where we can
And work our hands

I packed for Alabama
You are planning murder in the wind
Where to begin
Where to begin

We hold onto every little thing
On some level
Twisted and turned, like the rings inside a tree
No less material
If this winter gets you down
Time will turn it around again
We hold onto every little thing (every little thing)
We hold onto every little thing (every little thing)
We hold onto every little thing



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Mcdaniel
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