The snowless winter Oh, how i miss the snow And in the city that i hate I don't make sense to anyone Does anyone know What wonders the night can hold in the cold Can there be inspiration without the snow-covered wandering streets, Gently moonlit chimneys and frost-covered windowpanes The snowless winter is living death Breathing out air without seeing your breath, i'm depressed And i'm stupid and foolish Your sick sunny palm tres are creepy and ghoulish I hate myself more than anyone else in this city And it soothes me to know most of them will be dead In a hundred years of snowless winters A snowless winter Oh, how i miss the snow and in the city that i hate I don't make sense to anyone Does anyone know what wonders the night can hold in the cold Can there be inspiration without the snow covered wandering streets gently moonlit Chimneys and frost-covered windowpanes