The wind bites sharp,
it whispers low
Through frozen fields where nothing grows
The earth is quiet,
it holds its breath
I hear the silence,
it's not my friend
I feel the night,
it will not end
Northern lights cold bake the sky
A fleeting fire,
they burn,
they die
For them,
they slip away
Like every word
I meant to say
The ocean's edge,
it pulls me near
A lonely wave,
a broken mirror
Reflects a man who's not the same
The tide it knows,
the weight I bear
The cold it cuts,
but
I don't care
Northern lights cold bake the sky
A fleeting fire,
they burn,
they die
For them,
they slip away Like every word
I meant to say