The zipper broke
now i cant open up my pocket
your guard is up
so we just shadow boxing
they called it lost
but i still feel it in there somewhere
but my hands are cold
you said “then get out the snow,
its not difficult”

she said do i believe in angels?
“cant rely on what i cant see”
“so why cant you tell me something
that doesnt feel like your lying,,?”

but my zipper broke
and i cant open up my pocket
i cant open up, i know
its all
snow,
snow,
thats all

and the counterpoint line in the chorus is:

cant call it right now
too far to turn back
cant see the night out
in this car theres no fighting
and no cares for missed timing
these no blood just psilocybin
we peace signing