When past sometimes takes you with soft hands
forcelessly pulls you to your chair
hides you away from these half 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 out 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



deprived of the light and of colours

the world ends at your windowtree darkness creates these illusions

but 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



love comes like surprise ice on the water

love comes like surprise ice at dawn