Frost

On trees the apples freeze

With the weather's change

Trudging through a lake of leaves

The blue sky turns to grey

And the sun is a ghost

You were there by my side

Said you'd never leave

I'll be fine, it's the Lord's design

The way you lie to me

Is my favorite thing about you

'Cause without a bit of magic

Well, there's nothing but the truth

I called the shots, made the plays

Till you came around and stole my flame, girl

Well, I lack a life, breathing slow

Looking around for a way out these chains

Past the creek at the forest's edge

In a field we rode the stones

Made a shrine to the summertime

But now it's filled with snow

And a whole nother world

In the night I have spotted

Looking in on me

I bet in it's head it plots the death

Of all humanity

And the things that we built for ourselves

'Cause we know without magic

Heaven would be hell

You called the shots, made the plays

Till I came around and stole your flame, girl

Now you're a lack of life, breathing slow

Looking round for a way out of these chains

Oh, ooh, ooh

Well, I ain't ever gonna change

You ain't ever gonna change

'Cause on the trees the nectarines

Dripping with that sunshine

So ripe it's overripe

It's grapevines

It's alcohol in January

Breathing slow, it's necessary

To bottle up that moonshine

So we could have a good time

In the winter with you