we were going to start an artists' commune

we were going to start an avant-garde artists' commune

we were going to live on youth good looks and music

we were going to cook over a charcoal stove

we were going to make our furniture entirely out of beads

we were going to dig a wine cellar with spades

we were going to see if we could run a ski resort

we were going to knit sweaters and scarves of raw wool

the first time the snow came we thought it was a werewolf

the second time the snow came we sat up with rifles

the third time the snow came we nailed a cross above the door

the last time the snow came we opened all the windows

i am thinking you are somewhere around in these mountains

i guess you would probably recognize me if you saw me

i remember sitting up with you watching the forest burn and how

we asked each other if we were still breathing