Eating snow was great.
My slushies were half organic.
Angels in the ground and men standing still.
As every winter came, the snow was more stale.

I know clouds aren't edible
But I didn't know they had a taste.

My slushies tasted like change in my pocket,
Covered in a flavor.
His car, her car, all our cars
Made the taste of weather too bitter.
Cold soft metal.

Lyrics submitted by InspectorMustache

Cold Soft Metal song meanings
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