Crows In Snow Passenger

Wind-screen wiper's never gonna stop
Never stop wiping all the snow from the top of our car
A car that has traveled so far from our homes
It's never good to feel alone

But we've got what we've got
It's friends that we've got in a car
A car that has traveled so far from our homes
It never feels good to be alone

You're in the headlights
Skidding out into the road
Like a deer, scared and covered in snow
Oh, you're in the headlights
Skidding out into the road
Like a deer, scared and covered in snow

Flakes, they fall on boxes and tins and cans
The tins and the cans that fall from bins and hands
And our hands we hold in such a hurry in a world

That doesn't seem to care about
Themselves or each other
Or themselves or each other
Or sisters or mothers
Or themselves or each other
Or architects or brothers
Or themselves or each other
Or astronauts or fathers
Or themselves or each other
Or themselves