Cold air coming through a window, feeling a chill
White breath that fogs up the window
(There was snow in the garden, there was you in the garden)
The more I try to look
It’s clear but it feels farther
(There was snow in the garden, there was you in the garden)
Without a smile, aluminium
Silence as if it has been compressed
(Swallowing)
Not minding the pain in the throat
Alone, pushing in with the fingertips
Holding in the choking void
The distance even takes away my will to give up
The reason for staring is
You who is just staring

It’s like a chorus of angels
You going up the stairs
You waiting at the end of the stairs
In between the two
The curtain is flowing
It’s implausibly
White, white, white

Cold, cold, cold, cold
I heard the voice / the light is splashing

Cold, cold, cold, cold
I heard the voice / the light is splashing

Voice like a ringing bell
Being covered, follow the bottom of the night

I heard the voice / the light is splashing

Everything is divided

Come here with a washed heart
Come here with a smile of babies
Come here with a gum that grinds salt
Come here with lips of yesterday

Come here with a washed heart
Come here with a smile of babies
Come here with a gum that grinds salt
With lips of yesterday……