The thriving town is muffled by
Overflowing February snow
It’s a cold night in your quiet room
Your hands feel warm despite the icy storm
You place your hands on the windowpane
And melt the frosted glass to look across
The things you see are a blur to me
From where I sit the blizzard’s blindingly thick
It couldn’t have happened to a sweeter girl
It couldn’t have happened
Still I left through your sheltering door
To face the droning winter wind alone
Somehow the cold revived me
But your hands went numb and your tears fell one by one
It couldn’t have happened to a sweeter girl
It couldn’t have happened to a sweeter girl
