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