i picture you

in your inner glow,

all luminescent

in the arms of snow

are you cold

under the ground?

can you hear

the echo of my sound?

i've been here

can't tell for how long

but it's not easy

to leave where i belong

baby, i'm here

'n' i refuse to let you go

so if i close my eyes

will i hear you tiptoe?

tiptoe back here

right into my soft arms

for i fear the snow

as i know, it never warms