Out on the slope
I hear bells jingle
Board cuts the snow
Lights jangle
There's orange lights and ornament lights
All hanging on a fence somewhere
They tell me to hold on to something I know was never there
It's surreal
And I don't use that word often
Do you feel... higher than the mountain?
It's uncanny... any way you look at it
It used to snow
I would put out my tongue
And catch them falling one by one
I'd slip away for a while
We used to do that
It's surreal
And I don't use that word often
Do you feel... higher than the mountain?
It's uncanny... any way you look at it