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The sky is powdered
Hours tick by eclectic
A collision is on the clock
About to hit
Turn off the brights
The head is a lightning rod
For the blues, those come electric
Nightmares and dreams awaken
Mysterious creatures and effects
Awaken from the deep sleep
In a cold sweat
Asking for Thanks
On a Friday Night?
It’s a new year
And the sky is brighter
Than the Northern Lights
The Mayans say twenty twelve
As vague as Nostradamus
Who’s at the window?
It’s the girl with the gloves
There to save you from the cold
Of your imagination
The snowball in her hands
With the love that never goes old
Talk about fascination
Nine, one, one to never mind you’re dating
It was fate ‘and
You’re not in the shape
To run alone at night
Late, late, late, late

She holds the above, she holds the above
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love, she has her love
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love in a snowball
She holds it with her gloves

Flurries all around
Playing ping pong with a white ball
Ahead of the game
Behind in time
Deafened to blurred demands
Your mind is stuck in the clouds
The large puffs that roll in
Flying like the words
From under the old man’s pipe
He’s spitting smoke and sounds
Stories of times laminated in gold
He’s walking on his words
You’re following all the hype
Surrounding mountain tops
Flirting with peaks
That are never reached
Impossible feats
Caught in a storm atop Everest
She blurs into sight
“It’s just night
And you were thinking
Of evil things
Lay back down
And listen to me sing”

She holds the above, she holds the above
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love, she has her love
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love in a snowball
She holds it with her gloves

You’re fighting, fighting
Fighting for air
The snowball rolls
And picks up emptiness
Happiness and despair
She knows as it goes
It builds stronger and larger
Than the gloves can hold
She needs to share
Under a white covered tree
And it’s no time to pretend
That everything is wrong
You’ve been humming
All day her name
Thrown in your favorite song
Cause she’s got more hops
Than Corona at the beach
The snow is so cold, it’s hot
And you want to stay for good
Only if you could, the snowball falls hard
You awake, the window’s open
And you’re freezing cold

She holds the above, she holds the above
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love, she has her love
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love in a snowball
She holds it with her gloves

She holds the above, she holds the above
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love, she has her love
In a snowball in her gloves
She has her love in a snowball
She holds it with her gloves

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