I stand still
Till the snow all starts to melt
Something we'll
Never quite be able to describe
We'll still be here
Still I'll be watching roads buried
By these layers
And layers
And layers and layers
And layers and layers
And layers and layers
And I intend to catch clouds crumbling down
I intend to catch those clouds
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
Hold your hands up, love
