Balance Problems. Other. Winter Sun. Zeneszám

wake me up with the snow
grab my wrists, then we'll go
return to winter so severe
where i belong and you are near

the cold air fights its way into
our open hearts and every room
the sun is leaving darker skies
they cover earth but we dont mind

i found myself with you
alone with the truth
i woke myself from sleep
a full recovery

the winter sun hangs above casting spells on everyone
but we stand close in the snow unaffected by the glow

i wake you up in the cold
to look at you, then i know
with morning sun's first peaceful glow;
an answered prayer, as i had hoped

through your town we take a walk
on the square and then state park
i was clumsy; slipped on ice
beneath the stars and Christmas lights