On The Occasion of Wet Snow

There's a choir always
softly scream
They will just send praises
Of my...
Any shortcoming

The sky's...
... and him his master was
He thought it special
My feelings rose in circles

Slip knot flat footed come again
lift like that clips its off and in
little crown of dead and glided lilies
Write down the flames of feather part and
Just what she warned but never said
They're sleeping sound and far away

To the constant Christmas lights
There were low supplies
in a crowded setting and guilty
Oh, a signal on a train
it's a difference I can see
they're sleeping sound and far away

Hey, hey, hey