Snow

Snow on the street
Snow on my feet
Snow on the television screen
I'll sneak a dream

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock
It might be the rhythm, we made it stop
All I can feel is the time & I am trying to let go

Cause there's snow on the floor
Snow in my head
Snow on my, no matter when you call
What do you say?

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock
It might be the rhythm we made it stop
All I can feel is another life, dying to relive

Snow on the street
Snow on my feet
Snow on the television screen
I'll sneak a dream

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock
It might be the rhythm we made it stop
All I can feel is the time & I am trying to let go

Cause there's snow on the floor
Snow in my head
Snow on my, no matter when you call
And I'm still in bed

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock
It might be the rhythm we made it stop
All I can feel is another life, dying to relive
Dying to relive

Cause there's snow on the floor
Snow on my, no matter when you call

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock
It might be the rhythm we made it stop
All I can feel is another life, dying to relive

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock
It might be the rhythm we made it stop
All I can feel is another life, dying to relive
Dying to relive