Lyrics

I'll never ride on moving land And shifting skies I need them up on another planet No valley or hill No roads or cars In a white shell, I'm hearing the sea Who's [hidden/hid in] the stars Snowflakes of warmth A flock of ice And in the story The dark shepherd was silt and rice Someone's going by in the wind Where the wayward bird dies and the cold begins And ends in a note gusty and hollow I take off my coat for a pillow Singing the storm Going to sleep Now I can dream It's getting warm beneath the sheets I go out through my smile I follow the snow My lovе demand I go with the wind and snowdrift