in the absence of snow
everything that wouldnt grow 
releases colors that can be found
from brooklyn to the pudget sound 

i’m stating the obvious i know
down in the gutter life can show 
you a thing or two about love
 [bad word] on you from above 

your naked memory sits on the floor
i just dont bother clothing you any more 
one by one past lovers walk into my room
all of them with various perfumes 

snow kept falling anyways
the worst in history they say 
or maybe they lied to make that [bad word] 
fact or fiction is up to you