The world so lovely,
snow so white,
bed so warm,
seems like a great night,

I won't say it isn't but I won't say it is,
I''m not sure why exactly,
but with all this wonderful i feel a bit less

The world herself has found a way to make even the worst of her a wonder,

why can't I be like the world?

because i'm not a wonder to be,
and that's just how it goes in reality