Snow

It's four o'clock on Friday morning
The snow is falling softly, covering the street
Everyone is sleeping but will soon hear the weather warning

The snow is falling softly like the tear down my cheek
The pure white blanket I'm wrapped up in
It's my armour, I'm so weak

The one thing that consoles me
Is knowing that the snow joins us as one
Even though you're gone

My heart is in two, a piece for me and a piece for you
It's so cold out there but warm in bed
The snow is upon all the living and the dead