Your feet upon the snow dear

i knew you could not believe it

there was no time to put shoes on

you were woken to alarms ring

you barely left your blankets

to see your neighbors house on fire


they were standing right beside it

it's difficult believing

when you can't tell what you're seeing.


from debris you and me could start something

from backseats behind the trees won't know one thing

from debris, you and me…


your feet upon the road dear

run between the houses

your arms were filled with water

without the hesitation

to know what your were doing

i think people can be perfect

when they do not think about it

i think people can be perfect


from debris you and me could start something

from backseats behind the trees we'll know thing

from debris you and me

staring at nothing

for hours and hours

run from the evening

run with the water

from debris, you and me...


you're not above it...

you're not below it...