Snowy like cocaine but not the same no let down   Just let me take you to the winter tree along the river   We'll see if we can wash these torn memories away from    From our selfish minds   Everything changes and nothing changes they say in Italy   I tend to agree but here we are   Underneath this tree trying to change      The worst smokey ages    Are how I often feel   Even not for this   I often feel   I got my feeling   From this aching deal   This aching deal   This aching deal   This aching deal