Snow

They said look out, he speaks to wolves
Look out, he’s snow

And you grow, a thousand ft or so, per year
You’re bark is too thin, and winter’s coming soon
Axes and teeth, and grins
Will mark your way from here

Hold, oh hold on

Cause life is cruel and short

You’re hair grows long, and your beard is thick
Dear friends, inhale quick
Cause life will leave you speechless, looking for a mirror
Glance in your direction, muddy water’s clearer

Oh how it feels, to grow old, and forget everything you know

Life will leave you bitter, searching for a maker,
Fumbling through graces, shaming all your lovers.

How it feels to
Grow old, and die

Life will leave you speechless, bitter as a mirror
Seeing pretty faces, never any clearer

Til the end of your days