NicaMom: vestida de silencio
NicaMom: I will carry you home
NicaMom: early winter
NicaMom: sometimes I wanna keep you warm
NicaMom: can you wake me later?
NicaMom: winter
NicaMom: red rain
NicaMom: the red lights mean you're leaving, the white one's mean returning
NicaMom: breathing in and drinking up the winter sky
NicaMom: when summer falls asleep
NicaMom: every morning
NicaMom: won't you come back with snow,
NicaMom: monday morning you look so fine
NicaMom: weak of the dawn
NicaMom: didn't think we'd see you again...
NicaMom: a time to be so small
NicaMom: ...away from the cold lust
NicaMom: c'mere