When past sometimes takes you with soft hands

Forceless it pulls you to your chair

Hides you away from these halfoff days

Sunless, at the end of the year



The air is like a knife cutting through you

A room in the house is always warm

Stretched down on the bathroom floor thinking

Of fair days your future may hold



Love comes like surprise ice on the water

Love comes like surprise ice at dawn

Love comes at dawn



Deprived all the light of colours

The world ends at your window tree

Darkness creates these illusions

That pale days can teach you to see



Rain falls but no life is given

Weeks pass, no progress is made

Past sometimes takes you with soft hands

And all that surrounds you will fade