Lletres: Vienna Teng. Inland Territory. The Last Snowfall.
If this were the last snowfall
No more halos on evergreens
If this were my last glimpse of winter
What would these eyes see?
If this were the last snow curling
On your fingers, in my palm
If this were the last I've felt you breathing
How would I carry on?
This is not the last snowfall
Not our last embrace
But if I were that kind of grateful
What would I try to say?
No more halos on evergreens
If this were my last glimpse of winter
What would these eyes see?
If this were the last snow curling
On your fingers, in my palm
If this were the last I've felt you breathing
How would I carry on?
This is not the last snowfall
Not our last embrace
But if I were that kind of grateful
What would I try to say?