The Snow

It's 8 am I'm singing

While out of my window

There's nowhere to go

All covered in snow

My face in the mirror

A handful of wrinkles

The tea's in the pot

The biscuits on the floor

I think I've been dreaming

A horse running freely

And your face again

I wasn't little anymore

No flowers in my head or screams at you back

I was a widow

I was a widow

Cold, cold

If you hold me I'll be better

It's you and I to live for

Cold, cold

If you hold me I'll be better

It's you and I to live for

Dark, dark

If you come here, I'll be better

The renaissance of my colours, sleep with me

Come, come

If you come here, I'll be better

It's you and I to live for

Your face blurs

As we're diving in the water

We fade in the undertow

We're in the cold blue

And by us we see the devil

And I burn all over you