When you're walking in your sleep
And the night won't keep
Nothing gets me down like seeing the snow on the
I hadn't seen you in so long I didn't know
With light in your eyes, your heart belongs where
Parties go
Don't you miss when your days were young
and would
I was singing in the bathroom
When I was staying
You can never decide
Where to spend the night
Who to
White houses prop up blue sky, and they're something that
I swallowed my rings in my sleep
And dreamed of spitting
You were a journalist when we first kissed
And I held
The same as all the burning leaves
And fading anniversaries
Our
» More on Fred Thomas