Buried in my past again. Losing in my sleep. Tired of taking history on a chin. I've been bleeding from the pressure lately. . When did I wake up? Or am I still dreaming?.
Ooo, I'll follow you where you will take me.. Through frosted trees.. Blue snow on our boots, metallic moon. sweeping the streets.. And I won't sleep..
Light me a candle, I'm coming home. Then leave it by your side where I belong. I've been in this cold world for so long. So light me a candle, I'm coming home..