Silence all around,
Not a soul, nor sound.
Heart beats, I hear, dim;
Stillness haunts me grim.
And I’m here alone,
I’m here alone.

Sometimes I call out thy name;
To ruse this fading flame,
Of us being together,
My folly in this icy weather?
But you’re still gone.
You’re still gone.

These tears that I so tame,
At times all but blame,
On us this distress,
A painful needless mess.
And it’s time to come home,
Yes, it’s time to come home.