Fell asleep at the top of the tower
I was there for a half of an hour
There was snow on the ground
And the trees looked white
I can never feel my hands anymore
All along the courtyard
Writing letters on the graves
On the top of the top of the tower
I was there for a half of an hour
There was snow in your hair
And you eyes looked wide
I can never by suprised anymore
Watching people falling down
Oh it's nice here underground
Tell me what u think about me
I wonder what u think about me