Some kind of isolation is growing in your head
 Another common conversation needs to be fed

 Where gods hide themselves
 Where angels live in cells

This is a strange place
 I yelled before I fell

 The trees spread their legs
 The snowman comes alive
 Let god know how it is
 To live a life

 A drop of irony
 Is a glimpse of hope

 Everything changes
 Everything stays the same
 Everything;s in bloom and grows
 Everything goes to hell

 A taste of life
 Is a glimpse of hope

 The trees spread their legs
 The snowman comes alive
 The night is full of lights/dreams/noise
 The asphalt becomes grass