Any Snow Songtext
von Jack Beauregard

An ironic thought in mind
Sun seems turning light
Into something that feels right
Colors turn to sound
While the sun is going down
They merge and vanish
Noises fading out
So loud

Soon you know
Nothing′s gonna grow
Nothing will be close
Don't count on any snow
Soon you know
Nothing′s gonna grow
Nothing will be close


Colors seem today
To leave out all the grey
Appearing rather free
You'll see
Feeling quite the same
Still you are ashamed
For being blinded
By this lightning game

Soon you know
Nothing's gonna grow
Nothing will be close
Don′t count on any snow
Soon you know
Nothing′s gonna grow
Nothing will be close

An ironic thought so kind
The sun is playing with your mind
Still it's weird feeling alright
This time

Colors change and turn to sound
While the sun is going down
They merge and vanish
Noises fading out
So loud

Noises fading out


Noises fading out
Noises fading out
So loud

Noises fading out
Noises fading out
Noises fading out
So loud

Noises fading out
Noises fading out
Noises fading out
So loud
Noises fading out
Noises fading out
Noises fading out
So loud