If I could paint a picture
Put some flesh on your bare bones
Instead of these stick men
They must be scarlet and cold
If I could speak my mind
Open my gob till the dregs poured out
But all that's left are shopping trolleys
Dry river bed with traffic cones
What is it you're so afraid of?
Gotta hang on to feel letting go
It's just a power trip
Learning the power of saying no
I'm flying with the snowman
I'm stopping for no man
I could pin my hopes on you
With a blindfold
But the donkey would always have a tail
And I a giddy soul
Not saying it's all come to nothing, it's all come to something I'm not quite getting
Must try harder...
Must try harder.
I'm flying with the snowman
I'm stopping for no man
I'm flying with the snowman
I'm stopping for no man