The snow was falling down like pieces of the sky last Friday night
 
I was outside on the street, and she was inside to a beat
 
Next thing I know, she's watching me writing to her in the snow
 
"Let's go"
 
She got up so close, the condensation changed her to a ghost
 
But she appeared again, as she wrote on the glass "Well, it depends..."
 
"Where and when?"