The colours of the winterland

I'm just talking 'bout an hour

You're asking me to warm your hand

With my skin

Why is white snow blue,

reflections from the sky,

I think



We should really get back to the car

Cos it will be getting dark soon

And we don't really know where we are

But the moon..

Couldn't we stay longer,

couldn't we see the moon



Think about the future

Think about what it will bring

Nothing can get me away from here

Nothing..

Not the darkest forces,

Not the god I believe in