| Song | The Snow |
| Artist | The Builders and the Butchers |
| Album | Western Medicine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There’s a cold long crack in the sky | |
| There’s a bloodshot red in the eye | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And the world of man is nigh | |
| And his river is all but dry | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell | |
| Ill turn my chin forever to the cold | |
| When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
| Wa Oh | |
| And the bones all crack on the knife (Oh the thunder crack and the light) | |
| And the wolves all come in the night | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And every way is fraught with wire | |
| And every babe is brought to the fire | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And the father is dying slow | |
| And the world is grey and cold | |
| Its time for reaping everything you sew | |
| And the miles are a hand in hand the miles of a wasted land | |
| We’ll make the water one day soon I know | |
| When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
| Wa Oh | |
| And we can tell….. | |
| And the father is dying slow… |
| There' s a cold long crack in the sky | |
| There' s a bloodshot red in the eye | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And the world of man is nigh | |
| And his river is all but dry | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell | |
| Ill turn my chin forever to the cold | |
| When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
| Wa Oh | |
| And the bones all crack on the knife Oh the thunder crack and the light | |
| And the wolves all come in the night | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And every way is fraught with wire | |
| And every babe is brought to the fire | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And the father is dying slow | |
| And the world is grey and cold | |
| Its time for reaping everything you sew | |
| And the miles are a hand in hand the miles of a wasted land | |
| We' ll make the water one day soon I know | |
| When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
| Wa Oh | |
| And we can tell.. | |
| And the father is dying slow |
| There' s a cold long crack in the sky | |
| There' s a bloodshot red in the eye | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And the world of man is nigh | |
| And his river is all but dry | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And we can tell when the heavens gone to hell | |
| Ill turn my chin forever to the cold | |
| When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
| Wa Oh | |
| And the bones all crack on the knife Oh the thunder crack and the light | |
| And the wolves all come in the night | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And every way is fraught with wire | |
| And every babe is brought to the fire | |
| Da lie la lie la lie | |
| And the father is dying slow | |
| And the world is grey and cold | |
| Its time for reaping everything you sew | |
| And the miles are a hand in hand the miles of a wasted land | |
| We' ll make the water one day soon I know | |
| When the world is buried far beneath the snow | |
| Wa Oh | |
| And we can tell.. | |
| And the father is dying slow |