Drifting away from you Spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation In a spell Walking away from the fire That keeps my heart From turning ice
Golden feet grace the surface of the sea Sinking deeper I view them from underneath Flailing kicking as I head for the deep I question a hypothetical lead supper Oh God receive my outstretched hand
Will I inhale the blue Spinning down upon the glass A ghost towards realization of a cell Enclosing the hauntings of a past That blind the eyes And rust the heart
So I fell I need you to take my hand And keep my heart from ice
