Last night when I was covered with ice
The little warmth that help me pull through
Wasn't that your voice?
Bizzare ashes of thunder I saw at that time
When I watched my complete life like a film
I was right in that bubble called mime
See outside that open window
You'll find sweet apple trees
Sleeping under the blanket of ice;
Tell me honestly
The warmth I got yesterday
Wasn't it your voice?
The street that passes through our abode
It makes me turn my time
The breeze that brings your smell
Tickles the wind chimes
Holding me together
When I best needed you to
You always stood by me
Without a slight ado;
So I came here to question you
Why are you so quite?
Cause I'm again covered with ice
And to melt it down before I die
Once again I need your voice...
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