Words and Music by Lincoln Greenhaw Keep scrolling, Listen with the music player below lyrics. My head is a room and the winter is pacing ‘round. We’re a broken drum, and we don’t make a sound, And snow, it sits like a phoenix on downtown. The night’s a black dress and it’s dropping down to...
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