| The Snow in My Hand |
|---|
| I’ve seen them |
| So dark |
| Black |
| And yet fine |
| The flower they carry had once been mine |
| Get away from me, man of stories |
| Robe of lies |
| Stay far from me |
| I lie to myself (it's not hurting) |
| I need help, but not from you or yor father |
| No! |
| Jesus Christ |
| Who’s my saviour? |
| Lose myself in gods death |
| No! |
| I can’t bear all this pain |
| I had watched the snow all day |
| Falling |
| It never lets up |
| All day falling |
| I lifted my voice and wept out loud |
| «So this is life?» |
