The thought of you

Crosses my mind

Just on the edge

Just out of reach

Every time I search for you

You seem to fade away

I wish that you

Would believe these words

I hope to hear you soon

In the dead of night

In the dead of winter

It seems tonight

That the wind sings to me

So strip my world

Of all its color

I'll turn into someone

That I can recognize

I'll carry on this war

With myself

Rather than finding joy

All my time

Will be spent

Growing cold