Lirieke: Mountain Goats, The. Snow Song.

what cars there are

go by like snails

and ice crystals shine

on the staircase's handrails



the quiet air

is worth some discussion

as the windows crack

and the cold is crushing.



they've shut down the roads to the coast.

there's white streets as far as the eye can see

and I'd just as soon

make you disappear as look at you

but I draw you close to me.



how do you feel about that?

how do you feel about that?