Snow Angels
The ride is short
Phone said 8, I came in 4
Give or take
Front door feels like a gateway
I come forth
When I hear it say
'If you're tired of your body
I know just what to do'
It turns and whispers softly
To you
When you're
All worn out and you're losing grip
One more should do the trick
Lift up your head
When the
Wind grows colder than before
I'll keep you closer, keep you warm
Be sure all the good things
Won't come to an end
Something that you're looking for
Well I can relate
I don't believe that 'less is more'
When you give and I take
Your jaw is on the floor
And your eyes are open wide
They see so well for
Being blind
When you're
All worn out and you're losing grip
One more should do the trick
Lift up your head
When the
Wind grows colder than before
I'll keep you closer, keep you warm
Be sure all the good things
Won't come to an end
The ride is short, my phone said 8
And now it's 4 o clock
Oh well
And though it may seem painful
I guess I have to go
You're nothin' but an angel
In the snow
When you're
All worn out and you're losing grip
One more should do the trick
Lift up your head
When the
Wind grows colder than before
I'll keep you closer, keep you warm
Be sure all the good things
Won't come to an
End of a story is never sweet
It's exactly what you think
And you are not worthy
My friend
You wonder
Why they're writing a eulogy
You're alive as you can be
Not to worry
Rest is for the dead
Phone said 8, I came in 4
Give or take
Front door feels like a gateway
I come forth
When I hear it say
'If you're tired of your body
I know just what to do'
It turns and whispers softly
To you
When you're
All worn out and you're losing grip
One more should do the trick
Lift up your head
When the
Wind grows colder than before
I'll keep you closer, keep you warm
Be sure all the good things
Won't come to an end
Something that you're looking for
Well I can relate
I don't believe that 'less is more'
When you give and I take
Your jaw is on the floor
And your eyes are open wide
They see so well for
Being blind
When you're
All worn out and you're losing grip
One more should do the trick
Lift up your head
When the
Wind grows colder than before
I'll keep you closer, keep you warm
Be sure all the good things
Won't come to an end
The ride is short, my phone said 8
And now it's 4 o clock
Oh well
And though it may seem painful
I guess I have to go
You're nothin' but an angel
In the snow
When you're
All worn out and you're losing grip
One more should do the trick
Lift up your head
When the
Wind grows colder than before
I'll keep you closer, keep you warm
Be sure all the good things
Won't come to an
End of a story is never sweet
It's exactly what you think
And you are not worthy
My friend
You wonder
Why they're writing a eulogy
You're alive as you can be
Not to worry
Rest is for the dead
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Writer(s): Damien Murphy
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