Snowstorm Dance

I didn’t know my left from right
In the middle of a snowstorm
Middle of the night
Still can feel your hand around mine
Cause you were in the middle
Of a snowstorm too
And we’re separated now but I hold on to
Your confidence we would make it through
Make it through
We’ll make it through
He and I had eyes and a mouth
Two hands we used to conquer ourselves
And the words we spoke never amount
To how we felt
Cause being real with how you feel
It’s a dangerous game
But you can’t conceal our monologue
Where we went wrong
I was wrong
I was wrong
But light emerged at the fallen tree
The weathered stone it beckoned me
To take a seat so I can breathe
Oh fallen tree and weathered stone
Will you beckon me to be alone?
Cause I’m wondering
Where my wondering went wrong
Oh will I spend eternity wondering
Where my wandering went wrong
Is there grace in our questions
Is there grace in our song
There’s grace in our song
There’s grace in our song