Confession brought on those grey clouds
     It brought on those frozen winds
     Millions of icy flakes with the fury of the Weatherman
     Trying to wedge me apart from you to no avail

Our conviction is fueled by our affliction
     But this is not how we think

What matter how those flakes assault
What matter if the breeze be harsh
     And whipping on our faces
     Our jackets zipped
     Our hats pulled snug
     Our boots securely laced
Not all this Storm would quench the fire
     Burning all the night