A snowman cries inside of me, with my tears, with my tears.
If it melts in my last summer(yaz: means also writing), how nice.
Your fingerprints are on all of my wounds
A snow woman cries inside of me, with my tears, with my tears.
If it melts on my left side, how nice.
Your fingerprints are on all of my wounds
Those words of lies are made of glass
Cut my heart if you say them
If I run away from myself now
And from you to the sea again
Just because nobody understands me
I used to hold onto unreliable hands every night
Let these walls of fate fall
Burned letters should be written by someone else