Solstice

We lit a fire in your backyard
The night of winter solstice, in the dark
A joke about the shortest day of the longest year
How did it need to get any more clear?

I'm but a needle in the hay
I'm but a needle in the hay

I'm afraid of all the gratitude I stole
And wasted on relentless fears that just grow old
I'm afraid I'm at the age that I should know
The warning signs of losing self-control

I'm but a needle in the hay
I'm but a needle in the hay
I'm but a needle in the hay
I'm but a needle in the hay



Credits
Writer(s): Rachael Frankruyter
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