In the dead of night not a soul out here The moon The silence Just the frozen ground cracking underneath my feet My breath Warming steam The thought weighs Less than the chip of a snowflake Less than the chip of a snowflake It is the feeling It nurtures It kills me Down from heaven snow gently falls So white And pure I lay my body down spread my arms out open Become one With my surroundings The thought weighs Less than the chip of a snowflake Less than the chip of a snowflake It is the feeling It nurtures The thought weighs Less than the chip of a snowflake Less than the chip of a snowflake It is the feeling It nurtures That kills me That kills me That kills me That kills me (When will I ever learn?)