No more wishes for the past No lingering of sages and seers And desperations and fevers last, The undertows are stronger here. And here I lie, another morning arrives Too far away from coming home I see a face in the snow, inside my head a voice calls for me I see your face in the snow and outside the sun's too far away to feel And here I lie, another morning arrives, Too far away from coming home. And here I lie, another morning arrives, Too far away from coming home And could we live within the wake of aging lies When we're too far away?