Once we were snowflakes
That fell down like feathers
From stuffed clouds of laughter
In winter-bright, pillow-fight skies
Pillow-fight skies...
We fell through the morning
& tumbled in corners
Drifting in soft waves of
Promises, kisses & dreams
But Christmas is not what it seems anymore
Just dirty grey snow by the door
Dirty grey snow by the door
Now we fall through the weekends
Like bricks through a window
The unpolished promise
Grown distant & dull through the years
We drift with distraction
Like trucks with dead drivers
Ploughing the motorway miles
Between love & regret
We drink hard each Christmas
To warm up & yet we don't thaw
Like dirty grey snow by the door
Dirty grey snow by the door
& bitten by frost
We bear the cost
& I dreamed that this Christmas
Just might not be lost
When I saw
Snowflakes fall outside our door.