Drifting, he tries to find the place where her snow angels are no more
Lying there, feeling the cold of his core
With words all wrong
And chances all gone
An illusion crushed, it was him all along
Painting a picture with weeping blood
A picture of life, lust and love
But the picture with her blood held no fate
She was gone, it was too late
And now he lies under a starless sky
Whispering words so perfect
Saying goodbye
