It’s snowing, losing myself as the wind goes circling ’round
Dancing in clean air, fast and pointed freely
Holding my breath, grasp the window between thee
Way out I’ll wander beyond the fallen trees
Past the weathered tophouse and bow down on my knees
Kiss the ground crying, nose deep in snow
Buried deep in the soil below
He carved his travels of Amsterdam and Rome
We relive his memories hung high on walls at home
Lost him in the winter, the last day of the year
Way out I’ll wander beyond the fallen trees
Pa** the weathered tophouse and bow down on my knees
Kiss the ground crying, nose deep in the snow
Buried deep in the soil below