The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury 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 tells 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 emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see
check amazon for On Most Surfaces mp3 download Songwriter(s): Rene C. F. Rutten, Anna M. van Giersbergen, Franciscus T. H. M. Boeijen, Hendrikus G. J. Rutten, Hugo C. Prinsen Geerlings Record Label(s): 1997 Century Media Records Official lyrics by
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