Why do I feel this way, when the wind comes to take me away I push it back hoping it will stay, But that cold wind comes back again Oh again that cold slip, oh again that cold grip If minds were to change as the season, If feelings could fade as the healings If loneliness wasn't oh so quiet, If time could stand still in a moment, to cherish Oh again that cold slip, oh again that cold grip Oh again that cold slip, oh again that cold grip Find me hidden dreams, once to smile and then to feel Wake me up from my slumber and make it real And make it real And make it real That cold grip again