when winter comes
i will dream like i always do
the silent snows will fall
and you will still be blind
but i will be reborn in the ashes of ice
you will never see the world as i do
and i will wonder in my dreaming
if you're wasting your time trying to open your eyes and see the sky
maybe it's better to stay sightless


maybe it's better to stay sightless...


when winter comes, bury me in snow
return me to my element since i always was mutable
even though i enjoy my time in the sun....
i'll remain eternal while you flitter about like a flame
fire never understands that it is static
and it never realizes it is dying until it's too late
i'll remember it all with the clarity of ice
keep the memory alive with the power of the tide
and speak of it in whispers with the voice of the mist
and remind air and earth what it's like...


Winter comes, and brings me my dreams
i'll sleep forever within the shadows of the Sun

but you'll forget long before the daylight fades....



...maybe forever is found when you're blind...