20 Years Of Snow Lyrics

20 Years Of Snow lyrics

He's a wounded animal

He lives in a matchbox

He's a wounded animal

And he's been coming around here



He's a dying breed

He's a dying breed



His daughter is 20 years of snow falling

She's 20 years of strangers looking into each other's eyes

She's 20 years of clean

She never truly hated anyone or anything



She's a dying breed

She's a dying breed



She says I'd prefer the moss

I'd prefer the mouth

A baby of the swamps

A baby of the south



I'm 20 years of clean

And I never truly hated anyone or anything

20 years of clean

20 years of clean



But I got to get me out of here

This place is full of dirty old men

And the navigators with their mappy maps

And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes



I got to get me out of here

This place is full of dirty old men

And the navigators with their mappy maps

And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes



While you stare at your boots

And the words float out like holograms

And the words float out like holograms

And the words float out like holograms



They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz

Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz

Feel the waltz, feel the waltz

Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz