Still night, nothing for miles,

White curtain come down,

Kill the lights in the middle of the road

And take a look around.....

It don't help to be one of the chosen

One of the few, to be sure

When the wheels are spinning around

And the ground is frozen through, and you're

Driven, like the snow

Pure in heart

Driven together

And given

Away to the west

A white dress

?il the river don't run

A black dress

Looking like mine

?il the sun don't shine no more

Where the sky meet the ground

Where the street fold round

Where the voice you hold don't

make no sound, look

Snow on the river and two by two

Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don't

Go there now, but I hear they sung

Their