The Zolas

You were the deep well in earth-and-ocean class and on the days you showed I'd try to make you laugh. Cliques drift and converge in with a crash And there we were, desk to desk a young mountain and a strange girl. And then we met again at university

My friends are wilding how winter loves wear thin they're cut to kindling when summer hits our skin. We're like a seedling. suck tears out of a vase a forest fire knows Something will take its place. So why do I need something more you've got that se