Softly into your broken veins 
Softly into these broken dreams 
Will you [bad word] home? 
Will you ever be found? 
Standing on shattered windowpane 
softly I whisper your name 
concealed in bedclothes of frosting cold 
Softly the snowflakes start to fall 
fleecing the velvet skin 
Suspended in frozen time 
Icicles slowly drip outside 
to the rhythm of your wounds here inside 
I entered your dream, I entered your scheme 
Softly to swim inside your veins 
Softly in rippling cellophane 
to float and glide in time 
to [bad word] in your brain 
I wanted your lips, yes I wanted your kiss 
So softly the moment had flown 
My body outside yours 
softly collects the falling snow 
and disappears far away 
so softly