Snowblind [Lo-Fi Version]

whipping hail on the highway worn out wheels skating on the ground I know this road like the back of my hand breathless engine don’t fail me now we’re driving higher higher further up the hill in blinding snow higher higher static white noise on the radio I don’t know who or what if anyone is really in control higher higher white lights guide me on the icy road white clouds crawling down the mountain can’t see where one ends and the other begins from a far I see headlights burn through the storm and everything within we’re driving higher higher further up the hill in blinding snow higher higher static white noise on the radio I don’t know who or what if anyone is really in control higher higher white lights guide me on the icy road