Snow Angels

I don't mind over matter
No consequence at all
When I drop the subject
You catch it if you don't
I let it Fall comes before
Winter after summer never Spring
Ahead into action like the gears
Inside a Watch over my shoulder
To see that I do right on red
But never left behind or black
And blue from all the beating
A dead horse to make it gallop
Off and jump the fence to the field
Of dreams

Ready willing and able
To complicate complement condiment
Condensate condescend to speak
Near me that I may hear
Perfection and see the myth that
Wraps around you like
New fallen snow angels
New fallen snow angels

Is there something you're not telling me?
Is there something you're not giving me?
Is there something you're not telling me?
Is there a secret sauce in your life
That you could put on mine?
That you could put on mine?



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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