Lyrics
I know it’s not much of anything
Couple old records and a plastic train
A music box that strikes a chord in your heart
Walking around when it’s 8 degrees
Feel the cold air between your teeth
It’s a time like this that'll rip this place apart
But I am doing just fine
Apple peach tea at Clementines
I’m on my 2nd cup
And there’s no need to get up
A grateful owner of a store
Knows I haven’t been before
Opens the door and wishes me warmth on my way
Wind chimes made of forks and spoons
says she's making bracelets soon
Talking to me even after I paid
Waiting for a train to cross
Feel my nose turn to frost
Excited to be back in the spring
Looking forward to something
But I am doing just fine
Apple Peach Tea at clementines
I’ve on my 4th cup
and there’s no need to get up
Apple Peach Tea at Clementines
Apple Peach Tea at Clementines