[ Featuring The Sloths ]
Oh winter, sweet winter, don't tear at my seams
For you struggle through humor and shuffle through dreams
Be it soft spoken stutters or sweet irony
Oh winter, sweet winter, don't patronize me
My blood's running roses and my poor stomach dips
For the heat of the moment sends shots past your lips
Take my hand on your chest, wrap my legs round your hips
Oh winter, sweet winter, leave me out eclipsed
Your voice is gone, replaced by squeal
A broken string, you squeaky wheel
But still my kingdom offers true
My body's all I offer you
