The frozen mists of winter's touch
Rise and drift over fields and clutch...

The tiny drops of falling rain
Splash against my skin...

This disease it burrows
Tunnels in deep...

Curled up silver
Tangled chain...

This tangled web of emotions wrought
Have tied me up and I am caught...

Sing to the night's
cool harsh gaze...

Dressed up in a costume
Black from head to toe...

Dear diary, I'm worried
I'm frightened of the past...

That look, that touch, that fated feel
The pleasure overcoming...

Sunny meadows, buttercups on fire
Beautiful birdsong...

Into the bright open plain
He comes out...

Those chords of life struck their beat
Narrating the chaos of defeat...