I can't remember Am We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow [Interlude] | Am | Am | Am | [Verse] Am Am Am Am Em Am I waved to my neighbour, my neighbour waved to me Am Am Am Am Em Am But my … Is my enemy. It's too quiet in here And I'm beginning to freeze I've got icicles hanging From my knees Under fifteen feet of pure white snow I'm going mad Would you please put down that telephone Is it any wonder? © 2021 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. My neighbour waved to me. //