Joe Gallgher's Fantasy Fun Camp - Spraynard

We found ourselves buried under snow

As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface

Ed told me I wouldn’t need a sweatshirt

I never thought that he’d be right

We searched for ghosts and all we found was the death of our winter selves

These nights are few and far between

These nights are exactly what I needed

Rubber soles on rubber wheels pushing against the ground

We found ourselves buried under snow

Madeline told me her clothes would smell burnt for at least a couple of days

We formed inside jokes as the fires smoke made it hard to breathe

These kids are few and far between

These kids are exactly what I needed

Fragile hearts on fragile lawn chairs laying against the ground

We found ourselves buried under snow

As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface