Bury everything in snow
Tops of trees
All of the windows
But he won't love you
But he won't love you
Fall into my autumn
A flame will burn at the end of the wick
Melts the height as the wax weeps
I put it out when I go to sleep
So the house won't burn down
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I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop