My hindsight is making me snowblind.
I can’t see a damn thing
Except for that winter night filled with eggnog and brandy,
Poured out to you and me over ice.
The whole evening was so refreshing and so cold.
I remember how those things collided in a storm
And they took your body out of the snowbank in the morning,
While I watched with a blanket, keeping warm
With a cup of hot chocolate,
Sitting in the back of the ambulance alone.