Winter Was
At the end of a cul-de-sac
Underneath a snow bank
We buried a childhood long gone
Behind frost covered windows
Where nobody could see in
We blurred the lines between what's right and wrong
When winter was a cold and terrible thing
That's when we would huddle up
Under the covers
Crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
In an empty parking lot
With a car that wouldn't start
Hanging in the air
Was our shallow breathing
Your freezing cold hand under my blouse
And I think that I know
What you'll tell all your friends later
But I don't wanna think about now
'Cause winter is a cold and terrible thing
But it's when we all huddle up
Under the covers
Crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
In an empty parking lot
With a car that wouldn't start
Oh and if you ever asked me
I'd say you were my teacher
And you'd probably say I was yours too
In a cold cold world
We kept each other warm
We were young and bored and searching for
Something to do
When winter was a cold and terrible thing
That's when we would huddle up
Under the covers
Crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
In an empty parking lot
With a car that wouldn't start
We were crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
Just a little bit longer in each others' arms
Underneath a snow bank
We buried a childhood long gone
Behind frost covered windows
Where nobody could see in
We blurred the lines between what's right and wrong
When winter was a cold and terrible thing
That's when we would huddle up
Under the covers
Crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
In an empty parking lot
With a car that wouldn't start
Hanging in the air
Was our shallow breathing
Your freezing cold hand under my blouse
And I think that I know
What you'll tell all your friends later
But I don't wanna think about now
'Cause winter is a cold and terrible thing
But it's when we all huddle up
Under the covers
Crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
In an empty parking lot
With a car that wouldn't start
Oh and if you ever asked me
I'd say you were my teacher
And you'd probably say I was yours too
In a cold cold world
We kept each other warm
We were young and bored and searching for
Something to do
When winter was a cold and terrible thing
That's when we would huddle up
Under the covers
Crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
In an empty parking lot
With a car that wouldn't start
We were crossing our fingers for just a little bit longer
Just a little bit longer in each others' arms
Credits
Writer(s): Rochelle Elie
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