No more wishes for the past
No lingering of sages and seers
Desperations and fevers last
The undertows are strong here
And here I lie , another morning arrives
Too far away from coming home
I see a face in the snow
Inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow
And outside the sun's too far away to feel
And here I lie , another morning arrives
Too far away from coming home
And could we live within the wake of aging lies
When we're too far away
