I give up and slow down Beside a rapid stream I feel cold close my eyes Speed through inciting dreams A soft breeze on my skin Sweet taste on my tongue Merging moves in brisk air Can feel the summer sun I control my weird mind And my voice within My concealed fear to fail Will never end Between truth and bare lie There is a whispering: Let's get down to brass tacks Will you confess a sin Solid ground, lucid sky I dwell in cosy times Fooling sounds, soft and calm Touch my ear like wind chimes I look up and remain Still hear the rapid stream Like a prayer without words Affecting silent dreams There's a bash in my head Welcome reality I would like to get out With dignity Between truth and bare lie There is a whispering: Let's get down to brass tacks Will you confess a sin Tell my why I should try I want to come to When winter comes tomorrow I want to come to you My mellow bleeding heart I want to come to When winter comes tomorrow I want to come to you My frozen bleeding heart For a new start A new world made of snow A new life made of snow