all the white horses are still in bed
i tell you that i'll always want you near
you say that things change, my dear

boys get discovered as winter melts
flowers competing [cum, pealing] for the sun
years go by and i'm here still waiting
withering where some snowman was

mirror mirror, where's the crystal palace
but i only can see myself
skating around the truth - who i am?
but i know dad the ice is getting thin