I rest my heavy head
Over your washed out jeans
To look you in the eye
And the moment's colored white
The seaming of your world
You sew yourself
The patches you embrace
You're the making of your own past
Past
You're the making of your own past
Past
You're the making of your
The snowflakes gather out
The corners of the window sill
But your gaze is so alight
And now the moment's colored
White, white
And now the moment's colored
White, white
And now the moment's colored
Like the rolling snow
Fleeting hillside
You're the crystalline
You're the past scars
(And now the moment's colored)
White, white
And now the moment's colored
White, white
And now the moment's colored
White, white
And now the moment's colored
White, white
And now the (moment's colored)
I rest my heavy head
Over your washed out jeans
To look you in the eye
