Here
Paul Cargnello
It snowed on the days that we were born
and It will snow again
blood thicker than ink
flowing free at the tip of my pen
and the lines we draw are together
tripped up in the weather
here with you
It rained last night and the night before
I'm asking when it's gonna end
love is like a tender glowing spark
growing in the heart of a best friend
and the flames that we make burn together
flickering forever
here with you"
