Cold wind carry me home again Away from you Withe skin remind me of winter Crystal clear Is it sharp, is it dark Do your eyes see sparks? In the last few days we ended all the mysteries Whether we were meant to be Oh how I like the way you brought me in your history Oh my? Sometimes I can hear the things that's said of me When I'm not around And then I find my self wondering If you could hear what I said back to you All this hands consider them found Follow the end of sky to the ground From the heart of the stone to the swirls in the clouds Leave me there... In the last few days we've ended all the mystery Whether we were meant to be Oh how I like the way you brought me in your history Oh my? Sometimes I can hear the things that's said of me When I'm not around And then I find my self wondering If you could hear what I said back to you last time