Track 8 of the album Platform Nine · 2012
Grey Flakes on the Tramlines
“Snow in the city never lasts, and neither does anything else beautiful. Hushed strings, a small piano, barely a baritone.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · winter ballad · 5:13
Lyrics
Grey flakes on the tramlines, never quite white Turning into water by the morning light I walk to work with my collar turned high Watching all the winter fade out of the sky The city keeps on moving and the clock keeps its pace A scarf the colour of ashes, a cold and tired face I thought that it would settle, I thought that it would stay But the pavements drink the whiteness and it slips away Snow that never settles, snow that never stays It falls upon the iron and it drifts through all my days I will keep on walking in the quiet and the cold Carrying the small bright things that I was told Snow that never settles, let it fall There is something in the falling that is kind to us all A man sweeps the doorstep though there is nothing there A girl holds out her mitten to catch a ghost of air We are all of us waiting for a winter that will hold And the waiting, in its patience, is a story to be told Snow that never settles, snow that never stays It falls upon the iron and it drifts through all my days I will keep on walking in the quiet and the cold Carrying the small bright things that I was told Snow that never settles, let it fall There is something in the falling that is kind to us all Low, low, the horn in the dark Slow, slow, the tram's last spark One small flake on my sleeve Stays a moment, then takes its leave Snow that never settles, snow that never stays It falls upon the iron and it drifts through all my days I will keep on walking in the quiet and the cold Carrying the small bright things that I was told Snow that never settles, let it fall There is something in the falling that is kind to us all Let it fall, let it fall Kind to us all