On Most Surfaces

On Most Surfaces - The Gathering

The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me

These are blurry winters and I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow

When the sun comes

I break it with my shadow

Which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you

I tear up your face with my frost

And make you run to somewhere warm

When I come I see you get away

I burst out about your emptiness

The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me

These are blurry winters and I cannot see