Hundred days without talking
Silent fingertips on your skin
Can you sleep, am I sleeping ?
By the lightness of the day,
the seasons change their skin.

Inside it snows.
In between the distance grows.
Inside your head, you may see
how you're overwhelming me.

There's a place I joy to see
in the corner of 4 and 3.
Watch the streetlight going on.
Rusty mailbox on the wall.

It's a place I like to see
as the symbol of entity.
The streetlight is never on.
No letter to loved one.

Inside it snows.
In between the distance grows.
Inside your head you may see,
how you're overwhelming me.
So overwhelming.