These are our stars falling on our heads
Piling up in snowdrifts to make us think again
Somewhere in the winter we lost sight of heaven
So the sky came down to give us something to believe in
Oh, take it slow
Remember who you were before the wind began to blow
And maybe it takes a small apocalypse to slow us down
And really learn what wonder is
And don't you want to live in a world like this
Where every breaking day is a genesis?
Oh, take it slow
Remember who you were one hundred years ago
'Cause the promise of the snow is purity bestowed and
The value of a soul beyond all you'll ever know
So there's nowhere you can go
So you might as well go slow
And remember who you were
Before the wind began to blow
(*) And the promise of the snow is purity bestowed and
The value of a soul beyond all you'll ever know
And there's nowhere you can go
So you might as well go slow
And remember who you were
Before the wind began to blow
These ore our stars falling on our heads
And all our wildest dreams coming back up from the dead
We are but dust, but we're dust with breath
And someone sends the snow to make us remember this
*There's an alternate vocal line whose words are tough to transcribe