danger in the snow
snowmine
'cause there could be a hidden
mold your soul into a ball
squeeze it in your fist into the lines inset by years
'cause sometimes it can't listen out
'cause someone will take it home
once i knew someone who i thought to be true
i knew my foolish heart was handed over
but as an ant in a bakery
that there was danger in the snow
mold your soul into a ball
squeeze it in your fist into the lines inset by years
'cause sometimes it can't listen out
'cause someone will take it home