There's a swing in my step
Which I'm unused to
On a cold winter evening.
No stars up above,
Only city lights from below,
And the snow looks like
Magnolia flowers in the trees.
I feel like dancing in the streets
But they'd think I'm crazy
And maybe I am,
But why would it matter?
I'll just keep on smiling,
And then smile som more.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
There's a swing in my step
Which I'm unused to
On a cold winter evening.
No stars up above,
Only city lights from below,
And the snow looks like
Magnolia flowers in the trees.
I feel like dancing in the streets
But they'd think I'm crazy
And maybe I am,
But why would it matter?
I'll just keep on smiling,
And then smile som more.