No more wishes for the past
No lingering of "somethinger"
Desperations and fevers last
The undertows are strong here

And here I lie , another morning arise
Too far away from coming home

I see a face in the snow inside my head a voice calls for me
I see your face in the snow and the sun is to far away to feel

And here I lie , another morning arise
Too far away from coming home

And could we live within the wake of hidden lies
When we're too far away...