Walt D.

from by April fool's day

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My finger tips, my toes, my nose…
It starts to feel cold. That must be it.
I once read it's not the best sign.
I'll be there really soon.

On the way to the polar ice cap,
in quest of escape. And true, it's snowing.
It snows, and if it's gonna be alright,
if it feels fine, oh dancing teeth...

*If it never comes here, to know it.
Even if it never comes here, to melt it?
Lay to rest, under the snow
What if it never comes here?

A way to come back there,
where do I start?

Shoes off, it feels like that.
It doesn't seem like a stretch,
it must be summer.

Maybe you'll follow my footsteps
before the thaw. I'll stand still.
A seed into the ice, useless,
but life could be wrong as well.

*If it never comes here, to know it.
Even if it never comes here, to melt it?
Lay to rest, under the snow
What if it never comes here?

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from Cloudless, released November 19, 2013

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