Behind frosted windows
She's not the world and transform to a
canvas made of lies and possibilities
I'll make a snowman
And when I'm Donald Gramps, life,
wonderful life,
just like a...
To the touch you were rugged and cold
I know snowmen don't grow old
I know what I look like Yet I hold such promise
Now that fate has brought us together Let's not waste another moment
White
covered landscape,
promising happiness As time rolled on by,
walking down endless
avenues Then out of nowhere,
she said, my hands are
getting cold I think I'll go,
go home
I will leave but you will need to stay Maybe we will meet another day
I hear
what you're saying But I'm filled with a sorrow
Because if I'm being
honest I don't think I'll be here tomorrow
Okay,
she said,
I'm sure that I can make myself
a new snowman