even in the snow she comes her voice pecking holes in the dark shade of night 'can't sleep; can't sleep' cries the prophet sounds like black on black in here tick tock goes the clock too many voices within my dear wish the white blanket outside could fall down it's quiet magic on my mind if nothing else there's always this the calming silence of winter's kiss
"what ** - what **" the raven cries in the middle of the dark, stand I