And in these dreams you dream
The many things that choke your screams
It seems to be
Repeated coldly
While heros fail to see
The Power in our frailty
It seems to be
Repeated coldly
Ice and trees
Sequined seas
There always will be
Snow scenery
Then hiding pages from
The books that used to keep you calm
It seems to be
Repeated coldly
The Postcards never sent
Addressed: "Care of your innocence"
It seems to be
Repeated coldly