I thought the snow would be here sooner.
I stayed up til dawn to watch it fall.

What is my fascination with precipitation?
I wish I didn't care for it at all.

Under the influence and over the crowd,
I'll go outside and have a ball.

Dancing around in the sky that's falling,
Ignoring each and every person's call:

"Kate, get inside before you freeze!"
"Kate, come warm up inside the great hall."

They'll coax me inside to a big warm bed where I'll lay
Sprawled across it like a little rag doll.

There I'll drift until sleep settles me to the ground
where I'll rest as silently as snowflakes on a wall.