W a i t                                        ing
to     be
paint            ed
by
snow

Through the trees there is a clearing
And in the clearing there is a girl
She is crying
She is wondering what happened to her
And what she will do next
She loved him
But he changed that
And they hadn't waited
They hadn't been desperate
They had been natural up to then
There is something about man
Isn't there
Something about man

Partial green speckles
Break the mould
And cut through
To the Place
Where we have been