| there is a music, played out on the phone lines, tonight like any other, since thoughts turned to distance there is a rhythm, layed down by the stoplights, tonight it is a story, I would tell you another... it�ll snow tonight, let�s listen long to what we can�t hear, down in the streetlight it�ll snow tonight, start far away and then just falling, down in the daylight there is a wood floor, warm fire and tall windows, tonight there is a sadness, to know when it�s over there is a slow walk, each footstep we�ll keep in touch, tonight there is a true dream, to know when we�re dreaming... and it snows tonight, we listen long for what we can�t hear, down in the streetlight and it snows tonight, start far away and then just falling, down in the daylight and it snows tonight, you�re still my own and I am still your own, here in the half light and it snows tonight, you�re so close and I�m still falling you�re so close and I�m still falling... |