Somewhere There's Snow

No one is with me,
I'm here by the window,
it's later than i'd like to know.
No one comes calling,
the scenery's whistling,
I know that somewhere there's snow.
And all your addresses,
are scribbled in notebooks.
All of your numbers,
they make me feel sick and so slow.
And snow it comes rarely like letters in wartime,
someone is calling your name.
But I will not answer for I am a-sleeping,
and you will be gone when I wake.
Nobody listens for all the retrievers.
I have these suspicions,
all scribbled in notebooks.
And nobody listens to all of your speeches.
I have these suspicions,
it screams in my sleep at the door.