Oh, I hear the quiet now
Of paper airplanes falling down
Oh, the branches of every tree
Bend like a cathedral over me
Down where the river bends,
everyone's waiting
But that's not the reason
I'm making these tracks in the snow
There's a box in my hands as I go
Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
For you
Oh, there's a choir upon the wind
Singing old familiar hymns
And my ears, they're playing tricks on me
I can almost hear harmony...
Down where the river bends,
that's where you're waiting
You are the reason
I'm making these tracks in the snow
There's a box in my hands as I go
Wrapped up in scarlet and gold
For you, for you...
Down where the river bends,
nobody's waiting
But there's still a reason
for making these tracks in the snow
Down at the end of the road
I'll clear a place in the snow
Leave this box wrapped in scarlet and gold
For you, for you...