Lyrics
Outside the dew is frozen tight
Describing the frozen dew outside, setting a cold and quiet atmosphere.
Into little tiny creatures silently reflecting light
Imagery of small creatures reflecting light, possibly representing delicate moments.
Your breath looks like fire in the cold
Metaphorically comparing breath to fire in the cold, emphasizing warmth in harsh conditions.
And she says Will you still feel me, when the snow starts to fold?
Pondering the enduring nature of feelings even in challenging circumstances, using snow folding as a metaphor.
That's how the story's told
Reflecting on the inevitability and cyclic nature of life events.
The sun comes down
Describing the setting sun, possibly symbolizing an end or change.
Snow's Turning black
Metaphorically describing snow turning black, indicating a significant transformation or event.
Something has changed
Noting a change in the surroundings, suggesting a shift in circumstances.
In a blink of an eye
Highlighting the sudden and fleeting nature of change, emphasizing its quick occurrence.
Your fingertips are drilling
Using tactile imagery of fingertips drilling holes, possibly signifying a search or exploration.
holes in the night
Suggesting a transformative or exploratory experience during the night.
Does it really matter what we feel in this one moment in time?
Pondering the significance of feelings in a single moment, questioning their lasting impact.
Nothing will ever stay the same when Fall is turning golden over night
Stating that nothing remains constant, drawing a parallel with the changing seasons.
Changes come like the Moon and the Tide is making our hopes climb
Comparing changes in life to the cyclical patterns of the moon and tide, expressing hope.
Sleeping by the window waiting for an other (a) star to lose it's light
Conveying a sense of anticipation and waiting for something, possibly celestial or significant.
New season sent around my nose
Introducing a new season, symbolizing a fresh start or a new phase in life.
Growing tender fragile blossoms around my soul is what I chose
Choosing to nurture delicate blossoms around the soul, possibly indicating personal growth.
I'm asking myself What will last?
Posing a reflective question about the lasting impact of choices and experiences.
I'd rather leave things behind in order to find what seems to be a lot more chosen than a soothing life
Expressing a willingness to let go of the past in the pursuit of a more purposeful life.
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