Winterland

The colours of the winterland I'm just talking 'bout an hour You're asking me to warm your hand With my skin Why is white snow blue, Reflections from the sky, I think We should really get back to the car Cos it will be getting dark soon And we don't really know where we are But the moon. Couldn't we stay longer, Couldn't we see the moon Think about the future Think about what it will bring Nothing can get me away from here Nothing. Not the darkest forces, Not the god I believe in