Happy New Year!
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
It's finally fucking over! L'annee c'est mort, vive l'annee!
May next year be better than last year for all of you!
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death