Pull up the blinds. Open the door wide. Feel the cold arrive. In my bones. Put on my face. The way I dressed tonight. 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. La la la la la. La la la la la la la la la. 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