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Troubles (Smoke Fairies)

Out of the northern sky Over the land where the ice fields lie Came a winter it came so cold I drew my demons out to the snow Into the night we flew Scoring the skies with the paths we drew Drawn together like moths to light Never believing we'd burn so bright When troubles keep expanding Tie me a long rope 'Cause it's you that keeps me standing It's you that I need most Over and over we leave Scarring our minds with the things we've seen Never sure what we're looking for Always returning with something more