No one stops to enjoy,
All the little things...

Sitting at the window,
Pearing at the cold sky...

With this pain in my heart,
I stand in the darkness...

I sit out here,
Out in the field...

I sit here in darkness,
Thinking about you...

There is a girl I know,
Who has stolen my life...

There he sits,
Alone in the dark...

The cold and the darkness just creep up on you.
Don't let go of all the things that you have...

As he sits there in the shadows,
Thoughts run franticaly inside...

The men stand so cold,
On this classic winter day...

There he sits,
By the window...

The lone swordsman,
Sits on a hollow log...