The slippery slopes you made
Your skin it was soaking
With your father outside
By the shed he was smoking
Your mother was calling us in from the cold
As your brother was sinking further into the snow
An olive for an eye
On the snowman we were making
And the face that told us why
The moment was fleeting
And I remember us walking to the edge of the wood
And your brother was jumping
Just like he always would
On his rocking chair your grandpa was listening
To the voices of us and the sounds of the morning
And I remember you crying at the top of the stairs
'Cause your mother was fighting
And your father was not there
Remember us
Remember us
Remember us
Remember us in the snow
