I won’t be sleighing tonight, I’ll be indoors. The streets are quiet, but my mind is loud. Say, when you're coming, will you hush the echoes? I won’t be sleighing tonight, I’ll be indoors. The snow keeps falling, but nothing feels clean. Say, when you're coming, will you bury the past? I won’t be sleighing tonight, I’ll be indoors. The fire flickers, but it doesn’t warm. Say, when you're coming, will you melt the cold? I won’t be sleighing tonight, I’ll be indoors. A gift wrapped tight, but it holds no joy. Say, when you're coming, will you take my snowlines?