Its's one thirty in the morning
Someone says snow is falling
It's beautiful outside
Come and take a look he cried
Looking through the open window
Through the iron bars snow dances
In the searchlight overhead
In the blue night sky he said
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
Worried that when morning comes
All the best snow will be gone
But smugglers don't play in the snow
Only the politicals will be that romantic
Making snowballs in cold air tasting
Falling snowflakes on his tongue
Things he loved when he was young
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
There are those who spend their lives
Travelling the land and skies
But their minds are never free
Blind to everything they see
Something simple like the snow
Reminds him what he used to know
Though his body is in chains
Freedom's in his choice to change
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up
Snow is freedom
It makes me feel like I am flying
As though the flakes are stationary
And I am flying up