Face in the snow
No more wishes for the past,No lingering of sages and seers.Desperations and fevers last,The undertows are stronger here.
And here I lie, another morning arrives,Too far away from coming home.
I see a face in the snow.Inside my head a voice calls for me.I see your face in the snowAnd outside the sun's too far away to feel.
And here I lie, another morning arrives,Too far away from coming home.
And here I lie, another morning arrives,Too far away from coming home.
And could we live within the wake of aging liesWhen we're too far away?