Frost - Coast Modern

On trees the apples freeze

With the weather’s change

Trudging through a lake of leaves the blue sky turns to gray

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

'Til you came around and stole my flame, girl

Now I’m a lack of life, breathing slow

Looking 'round for a way out of these chains

Past the creek at the forest’s edge

In a field, we rolled the stones

Made a shrine to the summertime

But now it’s filled with snow

And the home of a wolf

In the night I have spied it looking in on me

I bet in its 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

'Til 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

Well, I ain’t ever gonna change

You ain’t ever gonna change

'Cause on the trees, the nectarines

Are dripping with that sunshine

It’s so ripe, it’s overripe

It’s grapevines

It’s alcohol in January

Freezing so it’s necessary

The bottle up that moonshine

So we can have a good time in the winter with you