Did the time
To figure out
Fold us up and out the core
We built the logs
Blogs and logs
To try to understand me
To break the words
We throw the stones
Bury deep
Deep into the snow
The clerks and fares
That watch the lives
And forget to pass us by
Hello
How low
Will the dog
That travels with
A broken leg ever need a tail
It could be yours
Could be ours
They try to understand me
A move towards needs a spot to rest
He can't tow the line
With or without some regret
They make the rules
Seem like a rule
And don't forget to pass us by
Home Hello
And we get along
Snowballs And Icicles - Brendan Canning