| Song | White Wilderness |
| Artist | John Vanderslice |
| Album | White Wilderness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The sky was growing pale | |
| So we held on to the twisted trial | |
| The ground was getting cold | |
| It was too far out to turn around | |
| And go home | |
| The moon rose dim above | |
| It was impossible to tell what time it was | |
| the snow fell lightly at first | |
| It dusted the path | |
| It frosted your hair | |
| The snow fell I stumbled you laughed | |
| We hoped and we hoped the snow wouldn’t last | |
| The light was sure to fail | |
| And our hold on that twisted trail | |
| But we we were unprepared | |
| Our path had slowly disappeared |
| The sky was growing pale | |
| So we held on to the twisted trial | |
| The ground was getting cold | |
| It was too far out to turn around | |
| And go home | |
| The moon rose dim above | |
| It was impossible to tell what time it was | |
| the snow fell lightly at first | |
| It dusted the path | |
| It frosted your hair | |
| The snow fell I stumbled you laughed | |
| We hoped and we hoped the snow wouldn' t last | |
| The light was sure to fail | |
| And our hold on that twisted trail | |
| But we we were unprepared | |
| Our path had slowly disappeared |
| The sky was growing pale | |
| So we held on to the twisted trial | |
| The ground was getting cold | |
| It was too far out to turn around | |
| And go home | |
| The moon rose dim above | |
| It was impossible to tell what time it was | |
| the snow fell lightly at first | |
| It dusted the path | |
| It frosted your hair | |
| The snow fell I stumbled you laughed | |
| We hoped and we hoped the snow wouldn' t last | |
| The light was sure to fail | |
| And our hold on that twisted trail | |
| But we we were unprepared | |
| Our path had slowly disappeared |