we were both born in the winter. Theyre calling out, our names, and the places that we were raised and the people we couldnt save and they will hope for better days. So until you come back, i will try to be less afraid, havnt felt colder days in the summer you moved away. Are we ghosts or are we angels, abandoned in the snow. Is there hope at all? I gotta know, when exactly are you coming home, what exactly are we doin wrong. and you know it wont be long til the winters take our hearts. You will spend the holidays in a city, thats 3 state lines to be. wondering how many feet of macadum it would take for you to come back to me. Vaugly apologizing for leaving, your falling family tree and now ill spend my days in the snow blaming it all on me. are we ghosts of love, are you really happy where you are.