Here, It Never Snowed. Afterwards It Did.

Because your present's kicking strong
Old man
And there's a murmur driving home
Old man

Someone's on the run
Someone's on the run
And i'm sorry
Black hands won't greet you

Are your hands cold?

Because your fingers feel like snow
Old man
And your reflection doesn't show
Old man

Someone's on the run
Someone's on the run
And i'm sorry
There's no river with you