Inbetween showers
We make a quick dash for home
Skipping round puddles
Inbetween showers
We make a quick dash for home
Skipping round puddles
The harder you try
To pull these fingers apart
The faster they stick
On the southern slopes
Meltwater washes my face
Winter turns to spring
When all you have left
Is happiness in memories
Can you enjoy them?
Sliding on blue ice
All my worries melt away
I become the skis
And now we part ways
To the same destination
In parallel lines
Trying to focus
On the good things that I have
Not those that I’ve lost