And now the cold is here again

it leaves the purity unstained

its bony hands will fixiate

the beauty of the cleanest slate

the figment of the ghost of hate

an argument


chorus

seeds are set on june the second

water falls and sun will feed your crop

harvest hope


and now the water stops its flow

and every creature is moving slow

it deadly breath is not the end

it is a way to breath again

it is a promise heaven sent

an argument