The cold snowflakes prick my pale face;
I keep on going through this haze.
There is no exit, just the trace
Of my own feet on this snowy space.

The dirty smoke fills up my mind;
The dirty thoughts creep from my spine;
No forgiveness I can find
On this icy serpentine. 

Oh, how I wish for spring to come
Into my little frozen town;
Oh, how I wish the rain to pour
And wipe the ash from my burnt soul;
Oh, how I wish the sun to melt
Everything I've ever felt;
Oh, how I wish for love to mend 
All the shards inside my head.

The frozen world outside my shell
Reminds me of the arctic hell;
My mood has never been so swell:
Today I hear spring sound its bell.