hold on tight

i see the herds of clouds conforming
over this sleepy town
and though i don't really know what's coming
i can smell the cold and feel the ice form

they say that there will be snow tonight
it's gonna cover everything we know
i'm gonna get under my blanket and hold on tight

and you might not know which way the winds will blow
but me i've come to believe in fate
you can go in search of heaven
baby you've always been right near the gate

they say that there will be snow tonight
it's gonna cover everything we know
i'm gonna get under my blanket and hold on tight
hold on tight

maybe it won't be the way i dreamed
maybe it won't be sold as seen
but there's a chance it could be better than any of these

well winters come and winters go
rain and hail and sleet maybe we'll be graced with snow
but all i believe is treasured inside
with grace and holiness i stretch my pride

they say that there will be snow tonight
it's gonna cover everything we know
i'm gonna get under my blanket and hold on tight
i'm gonna hold on tight
i'm gonna hold on tight

all about her

all about her

so fluid and so fluent
so raw and so ruined
maybe you could maybe you couldn't
we'll never know

so perfect so unflawed
so stuck in those jaws
so hard to break free
maybe you shouldn't

still the songs are
all about her

so beautiful yet ugly
so soft yet hard etenally
so easy to be misunderstood

you can't find the middle
it's lost in the circle
you'll have to find a new road home
and wait for the sun

still the songs are
all about her

she took your dignity and ran
you can't see anything else
you're still livin' with the pain she put you through
oh

the songs are still
about her

so flawed so fluent
so raw so ruined
you could and she couldn't
and then you fall

the songs are
all abou her

those songs are
all
about her

soft white orb

soft white orb
in the cup of my hands
i would nestle you
from the cold black sky

and stars like sparks
hover and fall
i would catch
and string you
clasped round my neck
like a necklace of ice

misty sweeps
of frozen cloud
i would wear like a dress
of the finest gauze
and dance in the sky
like a swinging bird

and the soft white orb
would light the path
until the morning
comes