| It's so numb here devoid of your touch, affection or affectation. And if I had you, I'd be alright, or that's what I tell myself. I go to my job, I watch my tv, I sleep a dreamless sleep. It's florida, and I miss the snow, I miss the snow. You say you can't fall, you say "I'm cold." You say "Sit by the fire." I need to throw myself to the snowbanks. To the snowbanks. It's so numb here and that's why I write you, and that's why I give you these songs. Like stabbing myself in the leg just to make sure that I'm still awake and alive. 'Cause I can take, yes I can face you not loving me. But what I can't bear, what I can't face is that my life is this empty. You say you can't fall, you say "I'm cold." You say, "Sit by the fire." I need to throw myself to the snowbanks. 'Cause heaven, you frighten me. Snow... Spring misses beauty of flakes spiraling round the earth, the feeling of christmas, the lights beaming through the dark. Two seasons in this infant life each envying the other. It's florida and I miss the snow, I miss the snow. You say you can't fall, you say "I'm cold." You say "Sit by the fire." I need to throw myself to the snowbanks. Because heaven, you frighten me, you frighten me. |
| Snow |
| by Kevin S McFadden |