Outside your window, the snow turns to gold,
right here beneath you, Ill never get cold.


Outside your window, the rain never dries.
Close to your doorstep, I cant tell no lies.


Eyelashes cut me away, just like a curtain draws.
Now you can see me for real, thats what Im certain of.


Inside your hallway, Im almost disarmed.
Close to the break in; can I be this calm?


Sorry, you say, I have nothing to lose,
so if you manage to reach me, its you Id like to choose.
Sorry, you say, I feel nothing at all,

but if you manage to reach me, Ill try to catch your fall.

And the snow will turn to gold.