Leisure Society The Last Of The Melting Snow
Wait all year for the parting shot for the epilogue
For the moment when it stops and the days fade away
In no doubt that as i leave this town, i will not return
for i haven't got the room in my head for these things.
And America seems an awful long way to go
as we hide ourselves in the last of the melting snow
So we find in the fading light of the winter time that
there's nothing left to try, all is best left unsaid
And America seems an awful long way to go, as we hide
ourselves in the last of the melting snow
In the last of the melting snow,
In the last of the melting snow,
