There is no softness about me But the snow finds it's gentle rhythm til I'm buried And it keeps falling and pressing heavy There is a softness around me It is dark and sleeping It is rich midnight The fog is broken by blue lines Dashes of a highway Flashes of her White light blind Sixteen missing I've been a blur And we might Just catch up in passing How are you? I'm fine Thanks for asking There is no softness about me But the snow finds its gentle rhythm til I'm buried And it keeps falling and pressing heavy There is a softness around me It is dark and sleeping It is rich midnight The fog is broken by blue lines