If I’d listened to my bones
I’d have learned this long ago
There’s dark matter in between
The snow that falls on city streets
And upon those silent walks
Footsteps that are my own
I leave them there to wait
Sure to be shoveled away
Now how will you remember
The weight of passing days
Well I’ll tell myself stories
While the truth within them fades
Dreams that I have had
Drift along throughout the day
Like a cloud I caught but held to tight
And so it turned to rain
I loved you like a child
And every word i said I meant
Still you call me snow queen
So no, I will not warm your hands
We lost our bone heat
Call me your snow queen
