Falling cliffs ahead your way,
White dappled trees in the sun,
Tired colours they don't say,
Painted flower allergens.

Kill yourself to grasp her heart,
Hang them on your edge.
Dance with me in the snow,
Dance with me in the snow.

It's not my thing, I hate romance,
But this week I'm feeling low,
This is my last chance to see snow.
Dance with me in the snow.

Wear me out with each new word,
The butterflies are tired.
Exhaustion just consumes the hurt,
The low just brings me higher.

Kill yourself to grasp her heart,
Hang them on your edge.
Dance with me in the snow,
Dance with me in the snow.

It's not my thing, I hate romance,
But this week I'm feeling low,
This is my last chance to see snow.
Dance with me in the snow.

I'd sleep to see you smile,
You don't smile till I sleep,
So sleep,
Sleep beside me.

Feel the hurt consume the low,
Let your eyes and tired go,
Dance with me in the snow,
Dance with me in the snow.