snowstorm (chill同Ron ICA mix)

I wake up to every kind of painting in my head
Honest, I cannot find the way to a good day
Its not a sin to let it weigh heavy on your mind
But its a sin to go and deny yourself the sign

I believe youll be mine
I believe youll be just fine
Like the seasons are changing
Life rearrange and align
Thats right, I believe youre the one

It kept falling magic kind of feathers all through the night
Darling, wake up to see our painting all white
The canvas blank and the slate & the conscience is wiped clean
This is a present from the past to the future be

I believe youll be mine
I believe well be just fine
Like the seasons are changing
Life rearrange and align
Thats right, I believe youre the one