Courtney Swain - Sweet Snow

SWEET SNOW Branches grow From our tongues, from our tongues... They weave a shade From the sun, from the sun... Slip the children Into frost, into frost... Lean on twigs Make 'em snap, make 'em snap... Snowfall like sugar White out our vision, so we can see What's closest to us That we never learned to love enough. The single mistakes, Trivial like the snowflakes on your tongue... If they were so sweet We'd never ask for spring again. Branches grow Branches grow Branches grow Snowfall like sugar White out our vision, so we can see What's closest to us...