It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line ↗
To me, God is like this happy bus driver... He’s like, driving a tour bus, okay? The tour bus is our life, only he doesn’t tell us the sights. He lets us pick them ourselves, see, and later we sort of find out where we’ve been and what it all meanns. ↗