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I know it’s not winter but as Mahatma Gandhi said to British occupation “Whatever!” and then he gestured “Talk to the hand, bitches!” (<-- we both came to a consensus this never happened right?)

This song dated way back to 2009, is a duet of my two favorite singers Ingrid Michaelson and Sara Bareilles. In my playlist, it in a same batch with Kate Havnevik’s Halo, Bon Iver’s Skinny Love and those of Glass Pear, Powderfingers, The Perishers, Sugarush Beat Company, Right Away Great Captain, Ben Folds and The Submarines yadda yadda (I know 'yadda yadda' was not legit word so don't grammar-policed me).

Bottom line is, I just love this song and the rest of occupants in my playlist I named ‘Another New’

This song is featured in included in Hotel Café Winter Album, here’s the lyric in case you’re lame (like me).

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum bum bum bum bum

This is my winter song to you

The storm is coming soon

it rolls in from the sea

My voice a beacon in the night

My words will be your light

to carry you to me

Is love alive? (2x)

Is love?

They say that things just cannot grow

beneath the winter snow,

or so I have been told

They say were buried far

just like a distant star

I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive? (3x)

This is my winter song.

December never felt so wrong,

cause you're not where you belong

inside my arms.

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

bum bum bum bum bum bum

bum bum bum bum bum bum

I still believe in summer days.

The seasons always change

and life will find a way.

Ill be your harvester of light

and send it out tonight

so we can start again.

Is love alive? (3x)

This is my winter song.

December never felt so wrong,

cause you're not where you belong

inside my arms.

This is my winter song to you.

The storm is coming soon

it rolls in from the sea

My love a beacon in the night.

My words will be your light

to carry you to me.

Is love alive?

(repeat)