When past sometimes takes you with soft hands
forcelessly pulls you to your chair
hides you away from these half days
sunless at the end of the year

the air is like a knife cutting through you
a room in the house is always warm stretched out on the bathroom floor thinking
of fair days your future may hold
love comes like surprise ice on the water
love comes like surprise ice at dawn

deprived of the light and of colours
the world ends at your windowtree darkness creates these illusions
but pale days can teach you to see

rain falls, but no life is given
weeks pass, no progress is made
past sometimes takes you with soft hands
and all that surrounds you will fade

love comes like surprise ice on the water
love comes like surprise ice at dawn

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