Joe Gallgher'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