Snowy like cocaine but not the same no let downnJust let me take you to the winter tree along the rivernWe'll see if we can wash these torn memories away from nFrom our selfish mindsnEverything changes and nothing changes they say in ItalynI tend to agree but here we arenUnderneath this tree trying to changennThe worst smokey ages nAre how I often feelnEven not for thisnI often feelnI got my feelingnFrom this aching dealnThis aching dealnThis aching dealnThis aching deal