Hot Snow Storm - Pack Your Stuff      A corner filled with darkness, bloody moon   Passing by the window, blurry shapes   A damp place, cold blankets, dust on the shelves   Reminds me of the day, day of doom.      Chorus:   Pack your stuff and disappear, go have yourself a nice life honey   But you'll always have that spot in your life, I'll have the glory      I didn't know what to do or what to say   You were laying next to an unknown guy   In my own bed, with my bottle of wine on the case   Now, that was the day, day of doom.      Chorus:   Pack your stuff and disappear, go have yourself a nice life honey   But you'll always have that spot in your life, I'll have the glory