No more wishes for the past,
No lingering of sages and seers.
Desperations and fevers last,
The undertows are stronger here.

And here I lie,
Another morning arrives,
Too far away from coming home.

I see a face in the snow,
Inside my head a voice calls for me,
I see your face in the snow,
And outside the sun's too far away to feel.

And here I lie,
Another morning arrives,
Too far away from coming home.

And here I lie,
Another morning arrives,
Too far away from coming home,
And could we live within the wake of aging lies,
When we're too far away?