Have you ever felt a warm day?
During winter when the sun rides low in the afternoon
It's an omen of your suitcase standing in the door
Gritting my teeth knowing that the storm will come
Nothing's gonna ever make me change
My way, except the moon, your stare, I'm standing
On the edge of the shiver
Have you ever felt the frostbit at your soul at dawn?
The aurora dancing in the middle of your frown
I've seen the snowflakes running down your cheek
In a glacier, in a barren ground futile and bleak
Nothing's gonna ever make me change
My way, except the moon, your stare, I'm standing
On the edge of the shiver
Nothing's gonna ever make me change
My way, except the moon, your stare, I'm standing
On the edge of the shiver