Perpetual moonshine
And glowing treetops
Northern lights dancing in the stars
Diffuse smoke hangin' from beneith
Pouring up through the cold air
Like a waterfall from the other side of the world
Footsteps in the newly fallen snow
Show's where I am, points where I should be
The glow from my cigarette sparkles in my eye
Streams of light
Hits the winternight
Cold cheeks blooming of red
Dry lips calling for you across the sky
Fading into the turquoise nightsky
Alongside the smoke from my lounges
Where are you?
When will you get here?
When will you come?
Wouldn't it be boring if the northern lights were black and white?
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