ACT I
Cold hands in an unstarry night,
an unknown murderer in need of a light.
A broken blanket, the hands are still cold.
I roll down the hill, you wait for the storm.
The clouds go away, I want them to stay.
ACT II
Your voice becomes an echo.
Like a thunder in the distance.
Then I get it, just with a glance...
You were the storm I was under.
ACT III
I light your death, my hands are warm.
I never needed your embrace at all.
