The Color of Snow

I’ve grown so weary of things as they are
I want fairy tale endings and cakes in a jar
And peaceful around me wherever I go
And one love that’s always the color of snow
The color of snow
I’ve grown so tired of traveling fast
I want echos and oak trees and time that will last
A world full of gentle and lights that are low
And silence around me the color of snow
The color of snow
Who’ll be my gentle, my peaceful, my low
My quite, my tender, the color of snow
I don’t belong in this hum drumming world
I want leather bound books with th pages all curled
A heart full of quit and seedling to grow
And one love that’s always the color of snow
The color of snow