Twilight

The sky is painted pink, orange and blue,
The long dark trees are my companions
The snow lights up the mountains
And there's no other place I'd rather be.

Driving home, house full of memories
Sitting next to you with laughter-filled lungs,
I've got no pictures of this day
Aside for those in the theatre of my mind.

A day spent up there, an evening here:
Times like these have fed my soul
With a new fragrance,
And I couldn't ask for more.

I'll be packing soon enough,
And I'll make sure to take these souvenirs
Across these miles
Of a sweet, sweet winter time.

A day spent up there, an evening here
Times like these have fed my soul
A day spent up there, an evening here
Times like these have fed my soul
With a new fragrance.

Driving home, house full of memories
The sky is painted pink, orange and blue.

The snow lights up the mountains
And there's no other place I'd rather be, tonight.