The Falling Snow
I smelled the rose and I touched its velvet eye
And I raised my hand just to feel it in the sky
But I don’t feel love
Its a long walk home
Through the naked trees as they’re bending in the falling snow
You lit a fire and I watched the embers glow
Like a melting sun, like a spark dark long ago
And it feels like home
But it never was
And we burn it down just to feel the scars of love.
And we burn it down just to feel the scars of love.
I smelled the rose and I touched its velvet eye
And I raised my hand just to feel it in the sky
But I don’t feel love
Its a long walk home
Through the naked trees as they’re bending in the falling snow.
And we burn it down just to feel the scars of love.
We burn it down.