The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me
These are blurry winters and I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow
When the [bad word] I break it with my shadow
Which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make [bad word] to somewhere warm
When [bad word] I see you get away
I burst out about your emptiness