Written In The Snow

Written In The Snow :

like it was written in the snow,

this light isn't kind to me, i know.

this light isn't kind to me; it only shines inside of me

and how is anyone to know?

before the 11 church bell rings, i walk the length of the village green.

the air energizes me. it moves around inside of me

and we all live in the open air.

i would die if i thought anyone would hurt you, yes,

and i would cry to think anyone could do something like that.

you're the queen of the village green,

the kind of thing you hear from the insane.

am i supposed to hear the sleigh bells ring?

do i think of love and better things?

do i work up and vacate my own place,

say the things that i always say?

i would die if i thought anyone would hurt you, yes,

and i would cry to think anyone could do something like that.

you're the queen of the village green,

the kind of thing you hear from the insane.

and i would die if i thought anyone would hurt you, yes,

and i would cry to think anyone could do something like that.

you're the queen of the village green.