| "I Wish It Would Snow (Acoustic)" | |
| She said, "I wish it would snow all winter long Because I need something fun to tickle my little tongue. Oh, flurries are fine: dusting my face and glitter my hair, But they're infrequent, just like my lovers, And I'd rather just stay in bed...." She said, "I wish I could do whatever it is that you do." Well, this forced him to laugh and re-evaluate everything. "No, don't wear my shoes: I'm always tripping and stumbling about. And even though they look like they fit Well, they're really far too big...." I never understood selective generosity And why does the shame of the past Govern my thoughts like a fog? She said, "I'm waiting for you down by the dock, And I'm tempted to throw myself in to see what Shelley saw." Are kind words enough for someone whose head may burst into flames? And in her diary the words are all true But it never seems the same: I never understood selective generosity And why does the shame of the past Govern my thoughts like a fog? | |