Upon this frigid winter's night,
my words hang in the air,
I called to you, for you to come,
you were no longer there.
Each plaintive sound, which I could see,
before my very eyes,
hung in the air, then shattered there,
a million shards of ice.
Oh, for the warmth of your sweet soul,
I hungered in despair,
I called to you, for you to come,
you were no longer there.