The snow of January
The snow of January
It comes down thick, its the cotton harvest from the sky.
The path covered in white, the trees too
Perfect conditions for igloo.
Everything pearly white, clean, sterile
For a season all ugliness of the earth are under a frozen sky.
It comes down thick, its the cotton harvest from the sky.
The path covered in white, the trees too
Perfect conditions for igloo.
Everything pearly white, clean, sterile
For a season all ugliness of the earth are under a frozen sky.