The weather left years ago | |
We’re coming back to the glaciers | |
All that we can see | |
Are the tips of our feet | |
Please don't kiss me | |
You may freeze to my lips | |
Please don't come near | |
Have we ever had love here | |
When I fear to death I don't cry | |
The glaciers are cold | |
They haven’t melt | |
That’s all | |
I see my palms | |
They have no lines | |
The snow is beating those gentle hands | |
And I’m on a ship | |
And I’m her only sign | |
My Sister is crying | |
I cannot save her now | |
The past is fading | |
We have to talk | |
I dream of my mother | |
She seems to have grown old | |
All that she has she cannot see | |
This one crying child | |
A wounded heart to heal | |
I’m on this ship And | |
I’m her only sign | |
My Sister is crying | |
And I must save her now | |
And it seems so good | |
To swim with the tide | |
And it seems so fine | |
To be out of time |
The weather left years ago | |
We' re coming back to the glaciers | |
All that we can see | |
Are the tips of our feet | |
Please don' t kiss me | |
You may freeze to my lips | |
Please don' t come near | |
Have we ever had love here | |
When I fear to death I don' t cry | |
The glaciers are cold | |
They haven' t melt | |
That' s all | |
I see my palms | |
They have no lines | |
The snow is beating those gentle hands | |
And I' m on a ship | |
And I' m her only sign | |
My Sister is crying | |
I cannot save her now | |
The past is fading | |
We have to talk | |
I dream of my mother | |
She seems to have grown old | |
All that she has she cannot see | |
This one crying child | |
A wounded heart to heal | |
I' m on this ship And | |
I' m her only sign | |
My Sister is crying | |
And I must save her now | |
And it seems so good | |
To swim with the tide | |
And it seems so fine | |
To be out of time |
The weather left years ago | |
We' re coming back to the glaciers | |
All that we can see | |
Are the tips of our feet | |
Please don' t kiss me | |
You may freeze to my lips | |
Please don' t come near | |
Have we ever had love here | |
When I fear to death I don' t cry | |
The glaciers are cold | |
They haven' t melt | |
That' s all | |
I see my palms | |
They have no lines | |
The snow is beating those gentle hands | |
And I' m on a ship | |
And I' m her only sign | |
My Sister is crying | |
I cannot save her now | |
The past is fading | |
We have to talk | |
I dream of my mother | |
She seems to have grown old | |
All that she has she cannot see | |
This one crying child | |
A wounded heart to heal | |
I' m on this ship And | |
I' m her only sign | |
My Sister is crying | |
And I must save her now | |
And it seems so good | |
To swim with the tide | |
And it seems so fine | |
To be out of time |