eyelashes frozen into collective groups
wind chilling bones boots slip-slipping on icy ground
hands in mittens in pockets in coats
snow falling on a windtorn city filled with lights fake lights

christmas trees on corners of downtown streets
boats in harbours set away for other days
people rushing coats swishing snow crunching breath breathing

in my little city if it's winter i haven't noticed
in my little city if it's winter i haven't noticed

eyelashes frozen boots slip-slipping
thinking of travelling to the equator
take some time away from all this snow
we're nothern but we're not that cold

firewood in fireplaces waiting to be lit in flames
furnaces turned to high numbers
tights and socks and socks and shirts and jackets
boots and scarves and other things we need
tea and smores and vacation flyers
if we wanna leave we've gotta leave

christmas trees on street corners of downtown streets
snow falling on a windtorn city teenagers stumble in alleyways
people rushing coats swishing snow crunching breath breathing
and the homeless man's fingers turn black with cold

in my little city if it's winter i haven't noticed
in my little city if it's winter i haven't noticed

we're northern but we're not that cold.