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Cold frost on the glass,
fading fast
I can feel the winter in
your hand
We are built on shifting,
silent sand
The candle gutters in the draft
(ooh-ooh) And we are dancing on the broken
glass
Leaves turn gold
before they fall to grey
We watched the season slip away (away...)
The candle gutters in the draft
(ooh-ooh) And we are dancing on the broken glass
Underneath the frozen lake,
the currents still awake
Fading fast... Cold frost on
the glass... (ahhhh)