Frost-Bite - Seigmen

Satelites are turning

Television’s burning

Shine on water

Does it realy matter?

And if violence make the wind flow

I will break every bone in your body

And if silence make the wind blow

I will listen to the beat of your frosen heart

The temperature is rising now

The talking waters is running dry

The lips are seald, no thoughts revealed

And some will always say

There is a reason for everything

The love we gave, the gifts I made

The sun still shine for yesterday

And all my plastic angels

Are falling from the sky

Though all I’ve done was ever wrong

The ships is sailing, love has gone

So now It’s down to me

And all I want is felicity