Texty:
Hot Snow Storm Other

1. This day is telling me something that I can't understand These lips are saying something but no one comes to help This mind is full of dreams, and

too long Is that so wrong? So at sunrise we moved on At lunch the storm had gone away I didn't swim But I watched the waves While others stayed under

sorrowful... Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Others ride longer in the storm, maybe until seven years of vanity be expired And then, preadventure, the sun shines hot

o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath the stars, The storms

: Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window That night on top of a Christmas