Solstice

We lit a fire in your backyard The night of winter solstice, in the dark A joke about the shortest day of the longest year How did it need to get any more clear? I'm but a needle in the hay I'm but a needle in the hay I'm afraid of all the gratitude I stole And wasted on relentless fears that just grow old I'm afraid I'm at the age that I should know The warning signs of losing self-control I'm but a needle in the hay I'm but a needle in the hay I'm but a needle in the hay I'm but a needle in the hay