Come back, apocraphy, come back, ontology, from right in front of me... Imperfect symmetry Snowing down... outside your house, I'm there right now, come over and we'll find out And I was right, that night and always, there's not much left that you can be 100 into naught, flowers I brought Somewhere inside this night, when everything is right, I'll make you wish it. Why? Come over and we'll find out Come back, apocraphy and slow ontology in perfect symmetry, I'll never know why And I was right, that night and always, there's not much left that you can be 100 into naught flowers I brought Please, my heart spit up all over me, the cars spin on a snowy street Come back to me, come over and we'll sigh a while And in a little while the stars fall out all over me, the cars spin on a snowy street Come back to me, oh! Come back to me, oh! Come over and we'll stay a while Over and over and over... the sorry is the same My heart spit up all over me, the cars spin on a snowy street Keep counting on a snowy sleep keep sighing in a snowy dream