Qui no ha fet mai una metàfora amb la forma de caure de la neu?
Per exemple, qui no l’ha comparat mai amb la caiguda de les llàgrimes d’algú que estima?
El cel, a vegades, és tot el que tenim.
"another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow"
Snow [Hey Oh]
Come to decide that the things that I tried were in my life just to get high
on.
When I sit alone, come get a little known
But I need more than myself
this time.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do believe that we
rely on
When I lay it on, come get to play it on
All my life to
sacrifice.
Hey oh… listen what I say oh
I got your hey oh, now
listen what I say oh
When will I know that I really can’t go
To the
well once more – time to decide on.
Well it’s killing me, when will I really
see, all that I need to look inside.
Come to believe that I better not leave
before I get my chance to ride,
Well it’s killing me, what do I really need –
all that I need to look inside.
Hey oh… listen what I say oh
Come
back and hey oh, look at what I say oh
The more I see the less I
know
The more I like to let it go – hey oh, woah…
Deep beneath the
cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow,
Finally divided
by a word so undecided and there’s no where to go;
In between the cover of
another perfect wonder and it’s so white as snow,
Running through the field
where all my tracks will be concealed and there’s no where to go.