Written in the Snow

This light isn’t kind to me, I know
This light isn’t kind to me
It only shines inside of me
And how is anyone to know?
Before the 11 church bell rings
I walk the length of the village green
The air energizes me
It moves around inside of me
And we all live in the open air
I would die if I thought
Anyone would hurt you, yes
And I would cry to think
Anyone could do something like that
You’re the queen of the village green
The kind of thing you hear from the insane
Am I supposed to hear the sleigh bells ring?
Do I think of love and better things?
Do I work up and vacate my own place
Say the things that I always say?
I would die if I thought
Anyone would hurt you, yes
And I would cry to think
Anyone could do something like that
You’re the queen of the village green
The kind of thing you hear from the insane
And I would die if I thought
Anyone would hurt you, yes
And I would cry to think
Anyone could do something like that
You’re the queen of the village green