In the absence of snow
Everything that wouldnt grow
Releases colors that can be found
From brooklyn to the pudget sound

I’m stating the obvious I know
Down in the gutter life can show
You a thing or two about love
Pissing on you from above

Your naked memory sits on the floor
I just dont bother clothing you any more
One by one past lovers walk into my room
All of them with various perfumes

Snow kept falling anyways
The worst in history they say
Or maybe they lied to make that true
Fact or fiction is up to you