Outside your window, the snow turns to gold, right here beneath you, Ill never get cold. Outside your window, the rain never dries. Close to your doorstep, I cant tell no lies. Eyelashes cut me away, just like a curtain draws. Now you can see me for real, thats what Im certain of. Inside your hallway, Im almost disarmed. Close to the break in; can I be this calm? Sorry, you say, I have nothing to lose, so if you manage to reach me, its you Id like to choose. Sorry, you say, I feel nothing at all, but if you manage to reach me, Ill try to catch your fall. And the snow will turn to gold.