Snow so high, I can feel my childhood.
I open the door, sit on a cold doorstep.
Way too cold, I can see my own breath.
Small snowflakes rise into white walls.
Jump into it and let it cover my spirit.
Snow so high, I can feel my childhood.
I open the door, sit on a cold doorstep.
Way too cold, I can see my own breath.
Small snowflakes rise into white walls.
Jump into it and let it cover my spirit.