Dresden Snow

Sitting in the terminals everyday
 watching planes land and fly away
 I bring home magazines you'll never read
 these answers are recycled from the day before
 I wrote you letters til my hands were sore
 I wrote one to you the day you let me leave
 Cause the fire came down
 on the Dresden snow
 it disappeared
 in the oily smoke
 at a loss for words
 at a loss for hope
 my tattooed hands
 read yes and no
 frantically writing what I want to say
 as I ran out of room on my last blank page
 an explanation of all the time it took
 for a boy who came around your family's place
 to lose every word that he knew to say
 I was kissing your sister behind your father's books
 and the fire came down
 on the Dresden snow
 and it disappeared
 in the oily smoke
 at a loss for words
 at a loss for hope
 my tattooed hands
 read yes and nothe fire came down
 on the Dresden snow
 it disappeared
 in the oily smoke
 at a loss for words
 at a loss for hope
 my tattooed hands
 read yes and no