Hands Like Houses Degrees of Separation

Merch: AUS: iTunes: It s never ending, a season I can t shake, a foreign winter, a curse I can t escape. I feel the winter, buried in my bones; a cold reminder that I m so far from home. I know we re worlds apart, seasons stitched together somehow. What s it like where you are It hurts to know were always worlds apart. Its burning my throat, slowing down my heart.