Cold hands are
no excuse.
Now
get
in
there
and
fight.
It’ll all be
over soon,
I
promise.
Just hit him
while his
back
is turned.
Cold hands are
no excuse.
Now
get
in
there
and
fight.
It’ll all be
over soon,
I
promise.
Just hit him
while his
back
is turned.
snow white geese
cut across the sky
traveling by night.
silently we look up,
breaking the fire’s gaze.