Oh, I hear the quiet now, Of paper airplanes falling down. Oh, the branches of every tree Bend like a cathedral over me Down where the river bends Everyone's waiting But that's not the reason I'm making the tracks in the snow. * There's a box in my hands as I go Wrapped up in scarlet and gold for you. verse 2: Oh, there's a choir upon the wind Singing all familiar hymns. My ears, they're playing tricks on me I can almost hear your harmony Down where the river bends That's where you're waiting But that's not the reason I'm making these tracks in the snow. * There's a box in my hands as I go Wrapped up in scarlet and gold for you. (I couldn't figure out the Instrumental part so I just played the chords of the Chorus again) Chorus: