Pull up the blinds
Open the door wide
Feel the cold arrive

In my bones
Put on my face
The way I dressed today

Feel like you tonight
On my day
Falling little more

You bumped and crashed in dirty snow
Up to our sin, I might as well
Melt into Sunday

Remember the time
We stood there by the lake
Watching boats and planes

Pretty white clouds
The sun will sweat
In fact the song begins

Trees are your skin
On my tongue
Falling little more

You bumped and crashed in dirty snow
Up to our sin, I might as well
Melt into Sunday

Pull up the blinds
Open the door wide
Feel the cold arrive

In my bones
You, me and more
We bumped and crashed in dirty snow

Up to our sin, we might as well
Melt into Sunday


We know you're, you're not how it seems
Don't have a point
You're not there for the stay

When I will wish you could
Wish that you were there
You could

You're dying in here
You could be here soon
You stumble on a river