struck brightly by the winter   when the snow falls thick and silent   i can only hear you breathing      i will follow a set of deep tracks   other people all stay hidden   as the cars rest under snow drifts      so clearly the dark sky   appears framed by cables   so clearly your breath's white   as you struggle to tell      that the people we have become   still lay awake hoping to hear airwaves   say snow day      as the day goes gray to grayer   we don't think of all the struggle   in our footsteps, it's behind us      so clearly your eyes framed in the light decaying   so quiet your words stood out when you were saying   that people we have become   all know there's more than the setting sun   snow day      we can want more   we'll find out in the new morning   we can want more   we'll wait up to hear closings