SNOW DOWN

so I'll splash in the shallows

see, I saw white mountains so it's already spring for me

I know that everything's melting

before the experts do


yeah, and I'll sing alone

I don't need their harmony

your spirit sprinting is enough for me

the whistle of your wind as you blow by


because this thing is a craft

the expanse of the earth : the unlocking of the heavens

of course I don't wear black anymore

weren't you paying attention?


yeah, this story's already over

call it an epilogue or a prequel, whatever you prefer

we're relics walking

and I'm waking, waking, waking


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