On Most Surfaces lyrics by The Gathering. The frost hits me in the eye And wakes me These are blurry winters And I cannot see I walk into the white light of...
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The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me
These are blurry winters
And I cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
When the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
Which tells me where I go
The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
And wakes me
These are blurry winters
And I cannot see
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