Put on your winter coat my dear They say the snow is coming hard Gonna be the worst in years It sems my old world has disappeared
The way you roll your eyes like that It makes me not want to talk We'll sit and watch the plants for a while If we don't bring them in they'll die
I walk over to where you are I see the sky is pulling down Doesn't make a sound out here It's gonna stay that way it appears
And the evening is burning baby, one, two, three It's the closest thing to motion that we'll ever see Here's a glass little girl We should toast to the world On this snowy night
Have you seen the news it looks dire They're closing all the roads Looks like we're stuck inside tonight I'll go and put some wood on the fire
The wind is blowing through the top of the stove The flame struggles to survive I see you left your keys by the door I can't believe you would brave this storm
And the evening is burning baby, one, two, three It's the closest thing to motion that we'll ever see There's no chance little girl It's too fast little girl
And the wheels keep spinning on the icy street It's the closest thing to motion that we'll ever see There's no chance little girl You won't last little girl On this snowy night
Compositor: Joshua Allen Rouse (Josh Rouse) ECAD: Obra #17692036