these flakes are lined with velvet
the air is much too cold
and when we hit the snowstorm
it fell nineteen below
and rivers find it hard to flow

your blood is warm and sleepy
your skin is like the snow
your angel sings so sweetly
it`s lying in the road

daylight is long behind us
night time`s getting old
the pines that crowd around us
guide me to the place i want to go

tonight is ultra violet
the moon is made of snow
i`d like to lie beside you
i hope you get to know

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