Aspen

I worked at a job in Aspen
We sold hats and coats and
Sometimes my hands would get so cold
You'd visit me on my twenty
And stand in the corner, and I'd close
We'd get the lights and go outside
We'd play in the snow

It was so good in Aspen
Was so us against them
I died a little every time
We'd play in the snow

'Til summer comes and I fly to my hometown
And I'll stay a while
You're like a painting of god
I fly too close to the Sun

I left my job in Aspen
If you find someone different,
Do me a favor, say you didn't
Give me something I can live in

'Til summer comes and I fly to my hometown
And I'll stay a while
You're like a painting of god
I fly too close to the Sun

And I see
Figures in white
Quiet December nights
With my head on your shoulder, and time

Summer comes and I fly to my hometown
And I'll stay a while

Summer comes and I fly to my hometown
And I'll stay a while



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Preis
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