Vacant empty streets
There are no souls around only mannequins
On display in empty shops
They make no sound; they make no sound at all
No more politics
To make a mess out of me nothing I can see
Dark grey skies
They move along; they move along above me
Shadows all alone
There’s nothing I can hold
No one left behind
There’s nothing I can find
I am by myself
Alone a choice, of which I didn’t choose
There’s nothing else that I will loose
Wish upon a star
Talking to myself it’s gonna be alright
Wish upon a star
Lying to myself it’s gonna be alright
Shadows all alone
There’s nothing I can hold
No one left behind
There’s nothing I can find
I am by myself
Alone a choice, of which I didn’t choose
There’s nothing I could even
I am by myself
Alone a choice, of which I didn’t choose
There’s nothing else that I could loose
No one left behind
There’s nothing I can find
There’s nothing else that I could loose
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020