Misc Originals - Aidan lind - deep snow

^AmSnow so deep you’l^Gl sink pa^Cst your waist, I hate ^Am To see the pa^Gin swirl on^C her face, ^AmStorm out at night makes it^G so I can barely^C see that, I a^Am*m a childish man a^G*nd she’s sick of l^C*oving me

As s^Amnow turns to rain, my ^Gtrack run^Cs aground, I’m f^Amull pin on throttl^Ge and my sled is bo^Cgging down, I might get st^Amranded, who is to^G know,^C but if I do I w^Amont die I’^Gll just treck ^Con home

I ^Amcouldn’t see it coming but I could ^Ghear that f^Caint sound, echo^Aming through the pop^Glar trees leaves ^Cme on the ground, And I feel s^Amick, I am ^Gbroken,^C