and the snow is coldly beautiful
and somehow it's not a dream
and the faded shade of soul
catching glimpse through the screen

grey eyes and rather wide
stared in silent melancholy at the sky
the sun was gone and the light's...
evening light's exploded like a million tiny stars

and it seemed snowflakes were dancing in the air
and the trees below seemed alive
and the people below walking towards each other
and back and forth and so on...

as far as i can see in the windows
shadows moving and then light's went off
and the others seemed empty, so lonely
and the ice covred them softly

cold lips sang same old song
with the smoke letting out shivered words
scent of the sweetness yet lifeless
was lost and found but not for too long