Dawn breaks on your windowsill
The morning is quiet and still
There's not a sound
I see you sleeping there
Unawake, without a care
Above the ground
So sincere, yet I feel nothing
No meaning to life or loving
You passion burns hot like a fire
Burning heedless of this cost
You cannot burn away this ice
This heart bathed in permafrost
Out the gate and far away
Feeling nothing more to say
In this land of ice
Purity in streets of snow
I feel nothing more below
And it feels nice
Can you speak in tongues
And try and stop what has begun?
You passion burns hot like a fire
Burning heedless of the cost
It cannot burn away this ice
This heart bathed in permafrost
You cry and say that you need me
Without me you feel lost
No lament will ever change me
My heart lies in permafrost
And the dawn will come on fields white with snow
My funeral will come with embers all aglow
But not in black will my coffin be mourned
White as ice is the only color I'll have on
You passion burns hot like a fire
Burning heedless of the cost
It cannot burn away this ice
This heart bathed in permafrost
You cry and say that you need me
Without me you feel lost
No lament will ever change me
My heart lies in permafrost
Can you set the sky on fire?
Is that what you desire most?
Only cold fills my desire
All I seek is permafrost
