John Maus - Of North Of North Stars | Текст песни

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A snowless winter...
Oh, how I miss the snow
And in this city that I hate,
I don't make sense to anyone.
Does anyone know
What wonders the night can hold in the cold?
Can there be inspiration without the snow-
Covered wandering streets gently moonlit
Chimneys and frost-covered window panes?

A snowless winter is living death.
Breathing out air without seeing your breath,
I'm depressed
And I'm stupid and foolish.
Your sick sunny palm trees are creepy and ghoulish!
I hate myself more than anyone else in this city
And it soothes me to know most of them will be dead
In a hundred years of snowless winters.

A snowless winter...
Oh, how I miss the snow
And in this city that I hate,
I don't make sense to anyone.
Does anyone know
What wonders the night can hold in the cold?
Can there be inspiration without the snow-
Covered wandering streets gently moonlit
Chimneys and frost-covered window panes?