I hear voices | Whispers in the wind | They brush against my skin || Show me the light | For I have lost my own | Under this cloud I’m hopeless I’m drowning | Nowhere feels like home || These demons lurk | The halls at night | I hear them calling, calling my name | They know I’m empty inside || Find me crawling on the bottom where my misery lies | Lost and alone | Oh god I tried || To find my way back home | But these whispers led me here | May my tears be the rain to wash this away | And cleanse my soul || So show me the way | The way they know | I feel them pulling | They’re taking over what is left of me || So let me go | I’m too far-gone | These whispers they call | Reality falls to dust | Below my feet || Find me crawling on the bottom where my misery lies | Lost and alone | Oh god I tried || To find my way back home | But these whispers led me here | May my tears be the rain to wash this away | And cleanse my soul || I hear the voices | I hear the voices | I hear the voices | Said I hear the voices || I hear the voices | Whispers in the wind | I feel the voices | Brush against my skin || I hear the voices | Whispers in the wind | I feel the voices | Brush against my skin || Find me crawling on the bottom where my misery lies | Lost and alone | Oh god I tried || To find my way back home | But these whispers led me here || Try and find my way back home | But these whispers led me here ||
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020