The snow was falling down like pieces of the sky last Friday night

I was outside on the street and she was inside to the beat

Next thing I know she's watching me write to her in the snow:

"Let's go"

She got up so close the condensation changed her to a ghost

She appeared again, as she wrote on the glass

"Well, it depends...where and when?"

Where and when?

Where and when?

Where and when?