• We are the forever young children
    Idling the hours without knowing when
    To stop this foolish child’s play
    Because the snow is hastily running away

    Close the door or the cold will crawl inside
    But huddled next to you, it seems alright
    We’re chasing dreams of endless desire
    Like the intertwined flames of the dying fire

    Those dreams, they begin to accumulate
    Tumbling down like the first snowflakes
    Desperately having nowhere to go
    They melt with what you’ve sowed

    May the frost sting your damp eyes
    And pray you will see for the wise
    That truth shall not allow the fog to deceive
    Because these aren’t the dreams we’ve conceived