Underneath this canopy of snow. Where fifty-seven winters. Took their toll. Where did you go?. . And I believed in you. I believed in you. Like Elvis Presley singing psalms on a Sunday.
Your brother was a friend of mine. Nobody but a live wire, can I sing it out?. Can I say it loud? Still looking for that old fire. Tracing the fall of my angel.
Underneath this canopy of snow. Where fifty-seven winters took their toll. Where did you go?. And I believed in you. I believed in you like Elvis Presley.