Snowflakes in July [Live at Festival International de Jazz de Montréal]

The visitors, waiting to feel the cold into the night
Covering their eyes before the man newly turned into a ghost
The view is foggy, and so are memories
The sound seems so distant, but the emotion is so vivid, so real
So real, always

A picture, a few words, a box, some ashes
True endings always find a way to be summarized
Turn life into a faint suitable piece of lonesome shine
We look around in disarray, the mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
So real, so real
Always, always, always

There will be time for you and I
For morning lights to lift us all
To go back into the lights
There will be time

There will be time, there will be time
There will be time, there will be time for you and I
There will be time, there will be time
There will be time, there will be time
There will be snowflakes in July

Strangers defining the rights from the wrongs
The place got colder as time passes by
Existence, like love, is never easy to comprehend
It comes and goes, a gift for some, a curse for others
Always, always, always

Always, always

There will be time for tears, pain, sorrows, and emptiness
In absence of answers, I kept everything inside
I wish I could have cried, could have felt something
But I stood in silence, lost into the dark, wide awake, blindfolded
So real
Always, always
Always, so real
Always, always
Always

There will be time for you and I
For morning lights to lift us all
To go back into the lights
There will be time

There will be time, there will be time
There will be time, there will be time
There will be time, there will be time for you and I
There will be time, there will be time

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
And recall all the joys we now hold onto
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
And recall all the joys we now hold onto

To feel alive
To feel alive

Always, so real, so real
Always, always, so real

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down

Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys
Oh, the joys

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
For tears, pain, and sorrows
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
For tears, pain, and sorrows
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down

The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees

The mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror, the mirror, the mirror, the mirror
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
The mirror’s bleak, nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees

Places, faces, moments and silence and screams
Places, faces, silence, moments and screams, and screams
Silence, faces, faces and places, and silence and screams
And silence and screams
Oh, places, faces, and silence, and silence, and silence, and silence and screams
To feel alive
To feel alive
To feel alive
When nobody sees, nobody sees
When nobody sees the tears, the pain, the sorrows
Nobody sees
The pain, the tears, the sorrows
Nobody sees
The tears, the pain, the sorrows
Nobody sees

We’re looking for places to lay down
We’re looking for places to lay down
We’re looking for places to lay down
We’re looking for places to lay down
We’re looking for places to lay down
We’re looking for places to lay down

For a friend, sometimes
For a friend, sometimes
For a friend, sometimes
For a friend, sometimes

For tears, pain, and sorrows
For tears, pain, and sorrows
For tears, pain, and sorrows
Nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees

We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
For a friend, a place, some faces
A moment, some silence and screams
For a friend, faces and places, moments and screams, and screams
We pray and bow down
We pray and bow down
For a place, for a friend, for silence, silence and screams
Nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees

There will be time
There will be time
There will be time
There will be time
There will be time for joys
There will be time for places to lay down in peace
There will be time for you and I
For you and I
For you and I
For you and I

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Club Soda / Festival International de Jazz de Montréal