Sleeves still damp from tales of old
Wind taps the panes where secrets fold
Who ties their longing to a fading play
Waking to frost that won't go away
Frost on my sleeves frost on my heart
Dreams unravel like threads torn apart
Echoes linger in the empty hall
But the moon leaves no trace at all
Sleeves still damp from tales of old
Wind taps the panes where secrets fold
Who ties their longing to a fading play
Waking to frost that won't go away
Frost on my sleeves frost on my heart
Dreams unravel like threads torn apart
Echoes linger in the empty hall
But the moon leaves no trace at all