Lyrics
Snowflakes are falling on Alistair Cover his body like dreams Icicle halo upon his head Death isn't quite what it seems He left the Sebastians at three o'clock Refused invitations to stay The wine in his bloodstream, the wine in his head The steering wheel started to sway He broke through the guard rail at four o'clock Abigail waited at home He rolled seven times and came to a rest She parted her hair with a comb Snowflakes are falling like parachutes Landing on Alistair's grave Abigail looks at her wrist-watch and sighs Her husband is seldom so late Snowflakes are falling in somersaults Alistair dreams of his bed Abigail sits at a table for two The wine in his bloodstream, the wine in his head Snowflakes are falling . . .
