There's a cold, awake and waiting outside.
Waiting for me to sleep, breaking into my dreams,
And filling them up with things.
And you...
You're trudging through the snow, melting and filling your boots
It's the winter that makes me feel these things;
It's the winter that makes me feel anything
At all
I've seen the matter that makes up your eyes
glow in the hearts of stars.
It's getting hard for me to tell
Where the particles end
And you begin.
