Each flake that falls upon the ground
Carries a sort of air
It falls from heaven, and dances around
It lands upon my hair
Covered now, in fairy dust
I must sing a new song
Not one of love or lust
But I want you to play along
When the snow has stop falling
I step back inside
I hear the trumpet calling
And know I must abide
I do as it commands
Like the voices in my head.
She knows I’ll understand
She knows I’m hanging by a thread
My body feels numb
But not from the cold
That feeling had never come.
This is a feeling I’d often hold
Each second on the clock seems to take longer
I know my time is coming
I hear it getting stronger,
The sound of distant drumming
The frail hand that keeps my time
Is coming to a close
For I start to hear the chime
An end to all my happiness, but also my sorrow and woes.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Each flake that falls upon the ground
Carries a sort of air
It falls from heaven, and dances around
It lands upon my hair
Covered now, in fairy dust
I must sing a new song
Not one of love or lust
But I want you to play along
When the snow has stop falling
I step back inside
I hear the trumpet calling
And know I must abide
I do as it commands
Like the voices in my head.
She knows I’ll understand
She knows I’m hanging by a thread
My body feels numb
But not from the cold
That feeling had never come.
This is a feeling I’d often hold
Each second on the clock seems to take longer
I know my time is coming
I hear it getting stronger,
The sound of distant drumming
The frail hand that keeps my time
Is coming to a close
For I start to hear the chime
An end to all my happiness, but also my sorrow and woes.
