"Awaiting April" genre: Pop Punk
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	Snow angels aren't gaurding me from anything
	Credits: Jeff Galt @ Slap Studios(philly, PA)
	Story Behind the Song Ok I wanna take a time her to describe the lyrics so everyone can actually know what they mean. The main theme of the song is about winter getting the best of people cuase the cold durmant climate just makes you feel closer to breaking down. The first verse refers to how I(jeff) Wwent like two months of the past winter without seeing the ground cuase of all the snow, and it became a reutine that no matter what just wouldnt break and would make me crazy.. till it finally went away Second verse refers to how the city would always reflect the blues of the sky and that was pretty depressing, as if everything was that lifeless during this season. Last verse has the only real symbolism, it refers to letting the cold air split my lip, and me bleeding. Bleeding refers to contrast next to the cold december, and it refers to feeling alive, cuase to bled is a sign of life, and I use that as a way to know that winter hasnt yet taken me down. Snow angels arent gaurding me from anything I wrote to express that there the only angels I can see, but they always just remain there as if taunting me and not helping me get out of the rut of winter. Lyrics Searching for the end of winter as my breath sits and lingers Amongst the air Amongst the oxygen And the snow turns back To the water it once was And the ground redefines A form wonce forgotten' But dont you overlook it at all No you don't Chorus: And maybe we can see the mercury rise above 32 degrees And maybe we can taunt the mercury to ruse way above 32 degrees The skyline tints The greyest shades of blue Over the rooftops Cityscape glass giants Reflecting monotinted afternoons Glowing softly in the evening rain So let it pour down tonight And make everything alright Im hoping that The leaves can find There way back to the trees of springtime (4x) (chorus) (And snowangels aren't gaurding me from anything) The air was cold It was cold as the night Came down split my lip Right open blood rushed out A preasant relief from December days That get me every year They get me every single time around

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