[Verse] Glass breath on the window Frost etching lines A painter with no color No sun to find Shadows spill like ink Across the frozen floor Each step’s a shiver Each thought’s a war [Prechorus] The wind hums low A ghost with a tune A chorus of echoes Under the moon [Chorus] Frost signals They speak in ice Whispering warnings Sharp and precise Frost signals They draw and fade Cold is the language the night has made [Verse 2] Streetlights blink slow Like tired eyes Neon halos drowning in the skies Footsteps crunch on the brittle ground Each crack a secret Each sound profound [Bridge] Winter’s a thief It steals your fire Leaves you naked Beneath its choir It bites It burns It pulls It clings A season of endings Yet it still sings [Chorus] Frost signals They speak in ice Whispering warnings Sharp and precise Frost signals They draw and fade Cold is the language the night has made
