Текст песни Waiting for the Snow - J U N O
You
just
stepped
out
my
car
for
the
last
time
I
didn't
know
it
then
and
I'm
not
sure
that
it
would
matter
I'm
just
being
honest,
always
guilty
of
that
crime
Cause
you
always
want
advice
but
couldn't
hear
above
the
chatter
And
look
I
wanna
tell
it
like
it
was
Cause
every
time
we
kissed
you
was
just
chasin
a
buzz
And
you
were
lookin
in
my
eyes
but
I
was
lookin
above
Yeah
you
had
butterflies
in
your
gut
think
I
swallowed
a
dove
See
we
wanted
to
be
together
way
more
than
most
But
the
times
that
were
together
felt
like
holdin
a
ghost
And
if
I'm
being
honest
we
fucked
way
more
than
we
spoke
So
you'll
find
I
have
some
trouble
stepping
away
from
that
trope
Which
is
why
a
week
later
I'll
find
you
back
in
my
bed
And
then
a
week
after
that
you're
still
giving
me
head
And
my
mom
starts
to
wonder
if
I
should
get
back
with
my
ex
And
normally
my
mom
is
right
but
I
think
I'd
rather
be
dead
You
see
I
think
I
mostly
just
needed
someone
to
talk
to
And
sure
occasionally
I'd
like
someone
to
fuck
too
But
you
were
the
first
one
of
us
to
say
that
I
love
you
So
that's
why
I'm
having
trouble
figuring
out
that
that's
not
true
Oh
I
know
Somethings
must
come
and
go
But
I
was
hoping
I
might
find
something
sure
to
hold
And
I
know
That
It's
time
for
you
to
go
So
I'll
just
be
the
boy
in
Houston
waiting
for
the
snow
Oh
I
know
Somethings
must
come
and
go
But
I
was
hoping
I
might
find
something
sure
to
hold
And
I
know
That
It's
time
for
you
to
go
So
I'll
just
be
the
boy
in
Houston
waiting
for
the
snow
Look
I
know
that
you
heard
me
Just
leaving
me
on
read
like
you
want
to
desert
me
But
this
wasn't
one
sided
I
don't
care
what
they
said
That's
why
I'm
in
someone
else's
bed
even
though
things
were
working
In
a
change
of
a
frame
things
were
flipped
on
their
head
And
like
a
moth
to
a
flame
this
was
soon
to
be
dead
And
the
moth
sure
enough
did
everything
right
It
just
had
no
way
of
knowing
that
it
chased
the
wrong
light
You
couldn't
wait
to
see
what
2018
had
up
her
sleeve
And
less
then
a
month
later
turns
out
you
would
leave
But
it's
fine
and
I
mean
it
Cause
ultimately
this
things
would
be
the
things
to
inspire
me
And
growing
up
in
the
south
I'm
prepared
for
the
heat
Yet
we
complain
every
summer
a
cycle
doomed
to
repeat
Then
the
wind
caught
your
door
as
you
got
up
from
the
seat
And
we
took
it
as
a
sign
a
final
sigh
of
relief
Oh
I
know
Somethings
must
come
and
go
But
I
was
hoping
I
might
find
something
sure
to
hold
And
I
know
That
It's
time
for
you
to
go
So
I'll
just
be
the
boy
in
Houston
waiting
for
the
snow
Oh
I
know
Somethings
must
come
and
go
But
I
was
hoping
I
might
find
something
sure
to
hold
And
I
know
That
It's
time
for
you
to
go
So
I'll
just
be
the
boy
in
Houston
waiting
for
the
snow
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