It is painting the landscape white
and you are painting me in bright

snow, just fallen, is perfect like cream on a cake
your colours are bright, shining all in blue like a clear lake

In snow you cannot hide any secrets from an eye
nor can you hide how my bright blue colours change to black from a dark sky

Clear white snow, has been broken by the feet of a tiny little bird
so has the colours that you put on me when you left me, or so I heard
Because, now they tell me I look grey
and the worst part is, I still believe that you paint me blue when I look away

But the snow keeps telling me the truth when it is fighting spring
So do I, until I don't know anything
Snow show me it will only last until it is being eaten by the sun
and also am I melting, when it is towards your arms I am trying to run