Snow on the street

Snow on my feet

Snow on the television screen

I'll sneak a dream

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock

It might be the rhythm, we made it stop

All I can feel is the time & I am trying to let go

Cause there's snow on the floor

Snow in my head

Snow on my, no matter when you call

What do you say?

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock

It might be the rhythm we made it stop

All I can feel is another life, dying to relive

Snow on the street

Snow on my feet

Snow on the television screen

I'll sneak a dream

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock

It might be the rhythm we made it stop

All I can feel is the time & I am trying to let go

Cause there's snow on the floor

Snow in my head

Snow on my, no matter when you call

And I'm still in bed

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock

It might be the rhythm we made it stop

All I can feel is another life, dying to relive

Dying to relive

Cause there's snow on the floor

Snow on my, no matter when you call

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock

It might be the rhythm we made it stop

All I can feel is another life, dying to relive

I'm late to the sound of the ticking clock

It might be the rhythm we made it stop

All I can feel is another life, dying to relive

Dying to relive