From the vaults...
Snow
I close my eyes and I see snow
gently falling on my head
it makes me shiver, this life's so cold
'makes me feel like I'm 6 years old
I run around and I fall down
I make an angel in the snow
now...
I start to think my angel grows
and I forget she's made of snow
she comes to life
I start to feel the way I felt when she was real
I can't recall the reason why my angel left me
I start to cry
I close my eyes and I see snow
on the TV set in my head
it is a blizzard of hopes and fears
these strange snowflakes - my frozen tears
I run around and I fall down
I am buried in the snow
~Moon © 1989