Top Songs By Hana Bryanne
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hana Bryanne McElroy
Songwriter
Lyrics
You were shaking your fist at the sky when she called
They were scraping her off from the side of the road
With the kids in the car, they were watching it fall
The last time it snowed in LA
With the radio on, you were off like a shot
Country station playing a bad Christmas song
You imagine her beside you from the corner of your eye
Looking cold, looking young, looking small
Pretend it's a bad dream, pretend it's a city
Pretend you remember what to say
At least 'til you get there
The white in her dark hair
Could be the last time it snowed it LA
It's a wedding room contest of who loved who the longest
And the prize on the moment and cheshire eyes
Does she look like an angel or a waxy paper plane?
Draped in white on the table, well it's not for me to say
I thought he was handsome, the man who handed you your worst day
The last time it snowed in LA
Written by: Hana Bryanne McElroy