It's thawing And melting the ice White goats are grazing on the mountainside It's golden Blinded by the sight Of the water Moving in the last of the light
I used to think that I Was running from the night But I've been following behind The light, all this time
It can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back and now, no it can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning
Moving slowly, tracking laughter through the trees The sound of the safety that's evaded me The calling of the birds The warmth returns To my extremities, long dead from freezer burn
Moving softly on my feet I thought it ran from me But the beckoning sunbeams Are nearly in reach Nearly in reach
It can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back and now, no it can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning
It can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back and now, no it can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning
In the clearing I reached it With hands out like a child Lifting up to eat it I ate up all the light And it shone through my teeth And I tasted sunbeams Emanating from me From me, from me
In the clearing I reached it With hands out like a child Lifting up to eat it I ate up all the light And it shone through my teeth And I tasted sunbeams Emanating from me From me, from me
It can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back and now, no it can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning It can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning The warmth is coming back and now, no it can't hurt me It's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning
Compositores: Eirik Hella, Paris Paloma Phillips (Paris Paloma), Markella Assimakis ECAD: Obra #43109849