a snowflake fell and came to see his crystal bones and filigree he said every snowflakes different but theyre not like me he blew out of the blizzard on his own and came to rest beside a cloud where he met a snowflake just as proud the sky must be a mirror they both said out loud this cumulus has no room for us lets cut out from the crowd wont you fall in love with me youre the closest thing to heaven that ill ever see we were cut from the same paper that was folded long ago so let all the other snowflakes turn to snow they fell in love they fell all night above the rooftops strung with light as long as were together things will turn out right they held each other closer as the ground came into sight wont you fall in love with me youre the closest thing to heaven that ill ever see we were cut from the same paper that was folded long ago so before we hit the ground and turn to snow wont you melt into my arms before we go 