Take my hand and lead me to another atmosphere,
one with fog brushing our knee-caps,  
to a place where the skies are purple and the stars are only a leap away.  
take me to a landscape filled of grass and snowflakes.  
I want the sleeves of my sweater to brush up against your frosted smile.  
Take me to a place crowded with passionate ballroom dancers,  
dancing through the frozen clouds
using the stars as lights to guide them.