The days are weary
and filled with dullness
a silent whispers
from the old branches

Staring the snow
slowly falling
Its heavy white diaper
over the rooftop

oh please tattoo
the date of expiry
at the door
When I Go

I kneel down
to have a hug
my cold hearted lover
you always came
at the right moment

I hear it calling
with its icy fingers
awaiting, awaiting
to take a hold

oh please tattoo
the date of expiry
at the stone
When I Go

When I Go