I Thought I could find you,
If I walked through a snow stom.
As if you were hiding, under a white isle of snow,
and I thought I could find you,
If I sat through a rainstorm,
As if you were made of the same stuff as lightning
and I thought I could find you
If I held on to an ice cube,
As if you would be there when my hand opened,
and I thought I could find you,
If I never closed my eyes,
As if you might flash,
Like a camera
Cause you are made of the softest parts of snow,
and the quite sound of rain
and the warm stuff that melts the ice cube
and the force taht moves the waves,
And i thought I could find you
