[00:22.28]You may rest assured.[00:26.30]Though it's cold[00:27.66]and the sidewalks are dirty and blurred.[00:30.43]I got dreams of my own to observe,[00:33.56]although they seldom reoccur.[00:38.30]I'll wrap myself up,[00:42.29]drop my last few coins into somebody's cup.[00:46.20]Well, the label is usually lost,[00:50.02]but I am not giving up.[00:54.82]Cause when I met you in Communion Square,[00:59.01]there was something in your hair,[01:02.77]that looked like Styrofoam.[01:06.37]Oh, it seems we may finally get some snow.[01:26.17]With that we'll bury fall.[01:30.09]Walk around, while cursing at the shopping malls.[01:34.21]Pull the pant leg of night 'til[01:37.17]it calls for us to forget it all.[01:42.21]But I'll remember you, dear.[01:46.19]As I stare at the ceiling/down into the beer.[01:50.31]Make lists of the friends who reappeared,[01:53.78]and the best records of the year.[01:59.10]And though it seems we may be getting too old,[02:02.88]stick your tongue out in the cold.[02:07.15]Then you'll surely know[02:10.55] that tonight we'll finally get some snow.