The snow was falling down like pieces of the sky last Friday night
I was outside on the street, and she was inside to a beat
Next thing I know, she's watching me writing to her in the snow
"Let's go"
She got up so close, the condensation changed her to a ghost
But she appeared again, as she wrote on the glass "Well, it depends..."
"Where and when?"
I was outside on the street, and she was inside to a beat
Next thing I know, she's watching me writing to her in the snow
"Let's go"
She got up so close, the condensation changed her to a ghost
But she appeared again, as she wrote on the glass "Well, it depends..."
"Where and when?"