Struck brightly by the winter When the snow falls thick and silent I can only hear you breathing
I will follow a set of deep tracks Other people all stay hidden As the cars rest under snow drifts
So clearly your breath's white
that the people we have become Still lay awake hoping to hear airwaves
as the day goes gray to grayer We don't think of all the struggle
so clearly your eyes framed in the light decaying So quiet your words stood out when you were saying That people we have become All know there's more than the setting sun
We'll find out in the new morning We'll wait up to hear closings