Winter from South Bay by The Mops

Voices can set wood on fire, but voices can also build houses
I burnt down your house when I was tired
but I'm learning to build another.

Mouths can bring about some heartbreaks, but we'll keep building wooden homes.
I'm still looking for my lighthouse
Crossing out all your love poems

The summer you learned how to fall out of love
The summer I learned how to fall out of love
The summer I learned how to hold my head high
The summer I learned how you could wanna die

But winter comes too.

Your mouth told me we would swim again, and mine would call you my best friend
Now you're just a voice that makes me cry
and it's still hard to look boys in the eye.

Some hearts they know how to fall out of love
Some hearts they never will fall out of love
Some hearts they love til you hold your head high
Some hearts they love til you could wanna die

You told me you'd run to find me
But I'm afraid to be found
I've been known again and again
so I'll never leave this town.

The summer you learned how to fall out of love
The summer I learned how to fall out of love
The summer I learned how to hold my head high
The summer I learned how you could wanna die

But winter comes too

• Folk
• new york
• Pleasantville