Joe Gallagher's Fantasy Fun Camp

We found ourselves buried under snow
As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface

Ed told me I wouldn't need a sweatshirt
I never thought that he'd be right
We searched for ghosts and all we found was the death of our winter selves

These nights are few and far between
These nights are exactly what I needed
Rubber soles on rubber wheels pushing against the ground

We found ourselves buried under snow

Madeline told me her clothes would smell burnt for at least a couple of days
We formed inside jokes as the fires smoke made it hard to breathe
These kids are few and far between
These kids are exactly what I needed
Fragile hearts on fragile lawn chairs laying against the ground

We found ourselves buried under snow
As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface