Firework in the Falling Snow (Acoustic Version)

Ready for a move, at the gun, fire on the trip back to 1

Strapping on the jets, we’re good to fly,

Firing after one last side eye, a firework in the falling snow

 

Maybe clean the heart off your sleeve,

Careful of the mess that you leave,

Oh you will be damned if you do,

And if it’s the price we’ve come to

I’ll go as far as this thing goes

 

Whatever you’re selling, I’ll take it all…

 

Giving up the ghost, good to go,

Digging through the big pile of coats,

Wanted to be bright, bright and loud

Be the kind of thing that dies out

A firework in the falling snow

 

If you want to breathe forgotten arts,

You got to believe the hard parts

Strapping on the jets, enjoy the show,

And my next impression is called ‘a firework in the falling snow’

 

Whatever you’re selling, I’ll take it all…

 

Steady in the cold, slightly high,

Steady in the calm of the flight

Couldn’t tell the highs from the lows,

Who can tell the heart what to know,

That’s as much as I had, as I had to go on…