When the summer night changes warm brezzes to the icy cold of silient winter frezzes.
Will you be there?
When the flowers in the windows of the neighbors stop to bow their frozen heads and to leave us.
Will I see you there.
Will you stand by me against the cold night?
Or are you afraid of the ice.
Afraid of the ice.
Ice.
When the waters of the roaring ocean bring a chilling feeling and the beach is closing.
Are you near me?
When the cloudy skies are blocking out the sun and suddenly your nose has begun to run.
Do you still hear me?
Will you stand by me against the cold night?
Or are you afraid of the ice.
Afraid of the ice.
Ice.
Will you stand by me against the cold?
Will you stand by me against the cold?
Will you stand by me against the cold?
Ice.