Iced in all day so I wrote a song.

the windows rattle cause
the wind does carry on
circling the molecules
sticking to the catalogs

the color of our cheeks
changes with the beat
snow along the glass
measurements of heat

they will not charge you time
for the terms of strife
they will rattle on
it’s where you belong

sheets will soon give way
then what will they say
did we keep looking out
did we know our place

carry on
carry hot
we’re not long
we’re not lost

they will not charge us time
for the terms of strife
they will rattle on
it’s where we belong