Russian Futurists (The)

New England Winters
Dirt and ghosts and city lights Disappear on snowy nights When the trees are frozen glass Keep it in a photograph The tulip turns to blossom Gold When brought in from the harsh cold The green and white just like Vermont Reminds me of the place you haunt The needle's in the haystack hidden Lost until the next November Turned to Cougar after Kitten Pounced on things that I remember It's acid raining, but stop complaining Aus Songtexte Mania