I came in through your window;
The snowfall had begun.
I came to you without believing
Anything I had done.
You told me you were dreaming
About an empty space.
Well, hopes and childhood memories,
They never fall from grace.
It's a point of pride,
This trick of a delicate side.
Pretty thoughts and fantasies
Are okay by me.
Who knew you had the way
To cut this city in two?
I didn't before, but now...
Now I do.
I tried to keep my composure
But heartbeat, pulse, and tragedy
Were willing to conspire.
This night is overflowing
With faces I can't name.
Your friends are all so handsome, girl,
But in this light, we all look the same.
It's a point of pride,
That these animals stay by your side.