Wasn't just any fawn It was the way the snow reflected That made the sky pink The silence of snow The sound of the rain The comedy of human error And I said "Sunshine or no sunshine This is my (?)" Cursed at the clouds Bringing me down You can get dark early You can get light late Find the biggest icicle Stand beneath it and wait You can scare the leaves off And send the birds down south And soak my skin, soak my skin Soak my skin, soak my skin I won't go south... I won't go south... Wasn't just any winter It was the kind that makes you Want to slip down the stairs