When past sometimes takes you with soft handsforcelessly pulls you to your chairhides you away from these half dayssunless at the end of the yearthe air is like a knife cutting through youa room in the house is always warmstretched out on the bathroom floor thinkingof fair days your future may holdlove comes like surprise ice on the waterlove comes like surprise ice at dawnlove comes like surprise ice on the waterlove comes at dawndeprived of the light and of the coloursthe world ends at your window treedarkness creates these illusionsbut pale days can teach you to seerain falls but no life is givenweeks pass no progress is madepast sometimes takes you with soft handsand all that surrounds you will fade
love comes at dawn....
When past sometimes takes you with soft handsforcelessly pulls you to your chairhides you away from these half dayssunless at the end of the yearthe air is like a knife cutting through youa room in the house is always warmstretched out on the bathroom floor thinkingof fair days your future may holdlove comes like surprise ice on the waterlove comes like surprise ice at dawnlove comes like surprise ice on the waterlove comes at dawndeprived of the light and of the coloursthe world ends at your window treedarkness creates these illusionsbut pale days can teach you to seerain falls but no life is givenweeks pass no progress is madepast sometimes takes you with soft handsand all that surrounds you will fade