Blizzard of 04

Prime time ghost radio, 'going out to all you folks who've come out for the snow'
And i'm waving goodbye, the wipers are drawing new lines, tough luck getting home
All these freezing cold nights, we've spent staring into the glow of those headlights, not too many now, if we can we'll have the silence for ourselves
*Every step cracks fireworks glow, change the station this white noise will not go*
are we flurry or are we the only ones, never missed it, never missed it 'til it's gone,five inches and signal is gone

-Chreeees, Thom