The forest sleeps beneath a crystal shroud The air cuts cold, no human sounds allowed I walk alone among the ancient trees Seeking whispers carried on the breeze No city lights, just shadows long and deep And the white breath that I keep And the snow falls, slowly without end Covering the dark path, my silent friend It is the winter light, pale and true Drawing icy maps on me and you Everything stops, the world is made of ice And for an instant, paradise The frozen branches glitter like cold fire A silent world is all that I desire I follow tracks that vanish in the white No hurry to escape this endless night The woods are vast, blue and profound Letting the quiet stillness all around And the snow falls, slowly without end Covering the dark path, my silent friend It is the winter light, pale and true Drawing icy maps on me and you Everything stops, the world is made of ice And for an instant, paradise (Music drops to minimal glockenspiel) A glimmer in the dark domain... The beauty of being alone again! Under the ice. Winter's light. Silence.
