snowy! (Live)

This year spring break

Seemed to melt into the palm of my hand

As it pressed like butterfly legs against yours

I don't want this to end

I don't want this to end

Why can't this be more than fleeting?

I am a petal, drifting through gardens

I am not broken, distress through time

We' ve been "Your Arms Are My Cocoon", thanks! Goodbye