(konishi) Snowflakes... Snowflakes... Snowflakes... Snowflakes... ------------------ Snowflakes... Snowflakes... Snowflakes... Snowflakes...
A few kisses ago, you loved me Took your pocket knife, carved our names on a tree My heart skips a beat to whatever you say What have I done to make you
Though it's over And I cope somehow In the cold wind's blow I hear you What is now a dream For a while it was real And I can't conceal that I miss you
Ice, I'm moving your mental feet In complex dances and jigs I loosen up your consciousness Like a cyrical fix It's time to emerge from camouflage, leaves
I see all the snowflakes, falling down around me falling down, lovely and wide And all of these snowflakes, falling down around me seem so perfect, so
"Snowflakes" No longer I can conceal I have been faking That somewhere in my heart I feel a love so true And everytime I see your smile I find my
And well, I have to say If I don't know what I have to say If I could find a way Then I would find what I need to say Say something Say something that
Well, for a while it was amazing And I still think you're the one As long as we both want the same thing It's not hard to carry on Just place your hand
An empty hotel room Aren't you happy that you left it? Or maybe I'm just so sick Of how I fit this suitcase life Inside the overhead compartment Turbulance
On this day, snowy day Let me thank you for the joy you're giving me I'm so happy I have snowflakes of love smiling down on me Winter bliss when we kiss
Though it?s over And I cope somehow In the cold wind?s blow I hear you What is now a dream For a while it was real And I can?t conceal that I miss you
The candlelight it flickers, but nothing makes a sound He'll be in his nineties when springtime comes around A spark falls from the fire, and burns out
I laid down and I fell asleep I went to where love is free And I saw you there in a chair With snowflakes in your eyelashes The secrets you keep make
I?m moving your mental feet In complex dances and jigs I?ll loosen up your consciousness Like a syrup of figs It?s time to emerge from camouflage
