struck brightly by the winter

when the snow falls thick and silent

i can only hear you breathing


i will follow a set of deep tracks

other people all stay hidden

as the cars rest under snow drifts


so clearly the dark sky

appears framed by cables

so clearly your breath's white

as you struggle to tell


that the people we have become

still lay awake hoping to hear airwaves

say snow day 


as the day goes gray to grayer

we don't think of all the struggle 

in our footsteps, it's behind us


so clearly your eyes framed in the light decaying

so quiet your words stood out when you were saying

that people we have become

all know there's more than the setting sun

snow day


we can want more

we'll find out in the new morning

we can want more

we'll wait up to hear closings