I chanced upon you
Breaking branches in the snow
And you were startled
By sounds and shadows
The silhouettes of branches
Against sky are
Veins that used to carry
Sparkles to your eyes
And you were cutting
You were cutting skin
You were cutting
You were cutting skin
This dream has frozen over
It wonʼt come again this year
I canʼt see my own reflection
Thereʼs no rhythm here
And you were cutting
You were cutting skin
You were cutting
You were cutting skin
You were cutting
You were cutting skin