Not a snowstorm, but filled with bliss
Everything has led to this
With a palace, and a view
Nice small town and nice big crew
Open window, open wall
Looking down about to fall
Fingers grasping ‘round my neck
But it feels good to be held back
Landing, flying, taking off,
‘cause I have got a globe to cross
Loosen shoulders, tighter in,
You are of my kin

INVIA LE CORREZIONI