What it takes is what you see
Frozen falling over me
Like crystal fracturing apart
You know the end is just the start

Of howling winds kick up the
Slapping waves of pointed
Snarling fins of crystal
Slice against the skin that longs for spring

Still entranced by what we see
Stretching splintered imagery
It's tracing houses, roads and faces
Floating up and over

Howling winds kick up the
Slapping waves of pointed
Snarling fins of crystal
Slice against the skin that longs for spring

We know we don't see in front of us
There's a warning on the radio