I\'m sitting by the window glass
were the night is drifting away
and tree-trunks chastise the brises of
sunkissed silverdays

the empyrean above me
holds no stars in it\'s hand
bathing in layers of paperwhite clouds
embowering the land

the hours started to snow down
when you left
and the klock is ticking dramaticly
after the theft
of my mind,
of my mind

the slayed autom leaves sings
with the waving needles of ice
creating an ochestra of gelidity
and frosty goodbyes,

goodbye