i tried to think of a moulded role, and what else to bring
she said i was a gentle soul but that i shouldn’t try to sing
she told me in the park that We're measure by the things we know
the stolen kiss had the brightest spark as we walked in fields of snow

through the winter sand with puzzled hearts we came back to the start
more lost then before but neither rich, nor poor

always knew she was unbreakable, a harp of thousand strings
the hours passed unshakable, i woulden't change a thing
a winter walk of nowhere-north, we set out on a journey,
as seekers we set forth, like flipping coins in turning

through the winter sand with puzzled hearts we came back to the start
more lost then before but neither rich, nor poor

sometimes unspeaking eyes can turn you into stone
can be truthful lies that makes you feel alone
the only things we found were deadly snares and nitemares
Telltale signs on window blinds and beggars on the ground

through the winter sand with puzzled hearts we came back to the start
more lost then before but neither rich, nor poor

with a painful little melody, a pause of frosted breath
silence became a felony, truth a kind of theft
with a painful little melody, a pause of frosted breath
silence became a felony, truth a kind of theft