fighting for my life

oh snow
how much further can i go?
fighting for my life,
dodging your famous Bowie knife;
and a kick to the shin.
come on in
it's already approaching midnight
and i'm in no mood to fight
or to roll off the corner bed
do you remember what i said
when you tempted me with a wink?
i found myself face down over the bathroom sink
watching my skinny life
dodging your famous Bowie knife.
but by a quarter until two
i told you i'd always be true
no matter how you washed and dried;
no matter how i laughed and cried
we'd be together on the city street
smiling to all the strangers' we'd come to meet,
dancing on a mountainside or on the lonesome beach;
i'd keep you within easy reach
and with a nod and a kiss,
a little of that and some of this,
a lot of high and a little low
no matter which way the cold winds blow
oh snow
how much further can i go?
fighting for my life,
dodging your famous Bowie knife,
and a kick to the shin.
come on in,
i can already see your grin,
so squeeze me hard.
keep me off my guard!
oh snow
how much further can i go?