A sudden wind
Blew right this way...

Create the image:
It's cold...

A child threw
The crocked cross...

I stare down the river
I stare down the rain...

It\'s sweet and sickening,
This degree of descent...

Once a soft melodic tune
Whispered into the night...

It breaks
Yet only I can see why...

How could I explain?
How could I express...

There it lies;
Through tangled black hair...

Let fear confront me
With it's cold icy hand...

Maybe Id find a whisper
Maybe Id find a thought...

With his every step,
With his every move...