Snow on the field
The roof the tree
The frozen water
The fog rolls on
The burning sun
Makes it suddenly lift
The haze the shade
The muffled sounds
The filtered lights
The sun goes down
It's the glance
The thought in a second
The freezing of time
Time to hold your breath
That's where i want to be
Holding hands on the way to
Where are we
That's where my soul is at rest
A mild case of you and me without
The others