Pull up the blinds
Open the door wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bonesPut on my face
The way I dressed today
Feel like you tonight
On my dayFalling little more
You bumped and crashed in dirty snow
Up to our sin, I might as well
Melt into SundayRemember the time
We stood there by the lake
Watching boats and planes
Pretty white cloudsThe sun will sweat
In fact the song begins
Trees are your skin
On my tongueFalling little more
You bumped and crashed in dirty snow
Up to our sin, I might as well
Melt into SundayPull up the blinds
Open the door wide
Feel the cold arrive
In my bonesYou, me and more
We bumped and crashed in dirty snow
Up to our sin, we might as well
Melt into SundayLa la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
We know you're, you're not how it seems
Don't have a pointYou're not there for the stay
When I will wish you could
Wish that you were thereYou could
You're dying in here
You could be here soon
You stumble on a river