Trace these parallel lines
They won't touch at all
I used to be afraid
I used to fear the fall
I feel frost on the glass
I feel fire in my bones
I live somewhere in between
The charted world and the great unknown
And nights will come and nights will go
I'll sing the handful of songs I know
And we'll wait for the snow
What you feel I can feel
And what you said made a sound
I see an endless lines of trees
And all the needles on the ground
And nights will come and nights will go
I'll sing the handful of songs I know
And we'll wait for the snow
