Lyrics
The snow was falling down like pieces of the sky last Friday night
I was outside on the street and she was inside to the beat
Next thing I know she's watching me write to her in the snow, "Let's go"
She got up so close the condensation changed her to a ghost
She appeared again, as she wrote on the glass
"Well, it depends where and when?"
Where and when?
Where and when?
Where and when?
Paul Hayden Desser
SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.