The Closest Thing To Snow

Blue world beneath a scarlet sun Red handed with the smoking gun Hell is high, it's the devil's sky He's learned to fly When forest turns to firewood And he says all the things a liar would This is fine, it's paradise If you close your eyes Smoke blocks the sunlight so we're burning in the cold Live in the fast lane so I'll let you kill me slow White blanket mountains but it's summer on the coast Cause ash is the closest thing we've ever seen to snow Some monsters never need to hide Under your bed or in the black of night Not a lie or a nursery rhyme It's right outside Smoke blocks the sunlight so we're burning in the cold Live in the fast lane so I'll let you kill me slow White blanket mountains but it's summer on the coast Cause ash is the closest thing we've ever seen to snow