A journey through wastelands, a million fears repressed when she sang
Wandering footprints covered in the white sand
When you stand still, can you hear a voice?
That small hope, locked deep inside a fragile case
The key's in the forgotten place
Someday, somewhere, so far away
Your hand, thawing; this heart, frigid
Someday, somewhere, you'll find me here
Snow-laced haven, I'm there waiting