Snowballs And Icicles - Brendan Canning

Did the time to figure out fold us up and out the core

We built the logs, the blogs and logs

To try to understand me

To break the words, we throw the stones

Bury deep, deep into the snow

The clerks and fares that watch the lives

And forget to pass us by

Hello.

How low

Will the dog that travels with a broken leg ever need a tail

It could be yours, could be ours

They try to understand me

A move towards needs a spot to rest

He can’t tow the line with or without some regret

They make the rules seem like a rule

And don’t forget to pass us by

Home.

Hello… and we get along