Grass grows, then the mountains snow
Well it's just another circuit, push the past even further
It's getting late, and it's bound to rain
Why not leave without a jacket, reminisce in the splashes
I'm getting so cold, as time floats by
My hair is getting wet, can't even light a cigarette and yet I smell the smoke from the day you died
A thought just crossed my mind, I can't believe I was so blind to the beauty of the way we lived our lives