Who is there staring at my back?
Who is there standing all alone?
Why has this happened to me, Jack?
All this has ended long ago.
Even if I'm too tired to live,
I will stay here between these walls.
Checking whether this world's asleep,
I'll become just a spark that falls.
Please, just make me a cup of tea
And become a pattern made of words.
Why is heaven so close to me?
Why are we all moving forwards?
Cold. And snow. We are hand in hand.
Now we meet for entire life.
Now we part. Thank you, dear friend.
I'm as sharp as a knife.
Cold. And snow. We are hand in hand.
Now we part for entire life.
Now we meet. Thank you, dear friend.
You're as sharp as a knife.