Waking Hour

The frost hits me in the eye

and wakes me

and wakes me

these are blury winters

and I cannot see

and I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow

when the sun comes

I break it with my shadow

which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye

and wakes me

and wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you

I tear up your face with my frost

And make you run to somewhere warm

When I come I see you get away

I burst out about your emptyness

The frost hits me in the eye

and wakes me

and wakes me

these are blury winters

and I cannot see

and I cannot see