Got a taste of the heat again; maybe not enough
All I really wanted was a reasonable love
Medicated touch isn’t much; think [bad word] a little cold
Anything to find, a little more control

These snowflake days are starting to look the same
They're piling up in my backyard
The shoreline covered by the interstate
And water is filling up my car

Now we dream in american
No, we don't sleep at all
It's the weight that we're carrying
Walking through the mall
Fill your canteen, it's a lean year; everybody knows
Raven at the door, or just another ghost?

These snowflake days are starting to look the same
They're piling up in my backyard
The shoreline covered by the interstate
And water is filling up my car