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