Some kind of isolation is growing in your head Another common conversation needs to be fed Where gods hide themselves Where angels live in cells This is a strange place I yelled before I fell The trees spread their legs The snowman comes alive Let god know how it is To live a life A drop of irony
Is a glimpse of hope Everything changes Everything stays the same Everything;s in bloom and grows Everything goes to hell A taste of life Is a glimpse of hope The trees spread their legs The snowman comes alive The night is full of lights/dreams/noise The asphalt becomes gra**