The Last Winter's Kiss

Shadows stretch across the frozen glass,
Counting down the hours that we have.
A quiet room, a heavy breathing sound,
The first snow falling softly to the ground.

You look at me with eyes so cold and gray,
Knowing that the morning takes us far away.

One last winter's kiss before the dark,
Leaving just a fading, frozen mark!
Hold me close and whisper in the chill,
Even when the fire turns to still.

The coffee cools beside the window sill,
Outside the Nordic night is standing still.
We never learned the art of letting go,
Buried deep beneath the endless snow.

The distance grows between our freezing hands,
Was it real, or just a ghost of frost?

One last winter's kiss before the dark,
Leaving just a fading, frozen mark!
Hold me close and whisper in the chill,
Even when the fire turns to still.

One last winter's kiss before the dark,
Leaving just a fading, frozen mark!
Hold me close and whisper in the chill,
Even when the fire turns to still.
Oh-oh, let the winter fall!
Oh-oh, we survived it all!