Ottawa Winter from Old Digger by Nick Di Gaetano

The sky is spitting snow
And the cold hits like a bag of bones
November shivers down the hallway
The pipes are almost froze
Hoarfrost painted on the windows
There's something eerie about these streets when all the shops close

The sky is spitting snow
And the cold hits like a bag of bones
December shivers down the hallway
And the streets have their ghosts too
Every door and every roof
They shuffle down the sidewalks singing sad songs in the gloom

And this Ottawa winter is colder than ever
Buries itself now in the skin
And this Ottawa winter is colder than I remember
But maybe my memory's gone dim

The boards of your apartment creak and sway
We just shut our mouths and watch the years just slip away

The sky is spitting snow
And the cold hits like a bag of bones
January shivers down the hall
And the year is measured through
The span of sheets and lines and glue
I never spent a better winter than the one I spent with you

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