when the night comes alive
and the wind shakes the sky
thats when i find myself
thinking of you

when the tears, soft and slow
fall like petals off a rose
thats when i find myself
thinking of you

and i suppose the story goes-
happy endings? no one knows
but without the bitter
the sweets' just not as sweet

a memory, just a haze
thats all you are, a masquerade
a reminder of the heart
i now have lost

you're a fire, i'm the snow
you break me down and i'm a ghost
crumbling to nothing
like the frost.